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[shadykoalakoala]

The Summer Break Curse

Grant sighed as he sat at the edge of his bed, his handsome features captured in the mirror in front of him. His graduation cap and gown thrown aside. His senior year finally over... summer right around the corner... His heart pounding in his chest. Today was the day- as it had been each year for the past few years. His mind raced as he thought back to that day...

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"No rest shall come with June’s bright light, No freedom found in summer’s night. While others laugh in pools and shade, You’ll count the hours, underpaid."

When Grant first read the lines to the strange poem he found stuffed into his gym bag four years prior, he laughed it off. Where the fuck had it come from? And who the fuck put it there? Grant decided not to think much of it. After all, he was looking forward to his first summer break. Freshman year had been a wild ride- a roller coaster of an adventure. Work-outs, frat parties, hot chicks... his older brothers were right when they said college would be life changing. And with a calendar full of beach trips, bonfires, and workouts planned, Grant didn't have time to bother deciphering the strange message.

But whether he thought about it much or not, he wouldn't have a choice but to confront it. The night before his planned vacation to Miami, Grant was busy packing. Tank-tops, shorts, even a speedo were thrown haphazardly into his travel bag. Grant's fingers curled around another tank top, yanking it free from the dresser drawer, as he shoved it carelessly inside his duffel bag. His biceps flexed beneath sun-kissed skin - toned muscles honed from countless push-ups and football practice. Grant ran his hands over his defined abs, a smirk playing at his lips as he patted down his six-pack. Summer bod was in peak condition.

As Grant stood there admiring his physique, a sudden wave of dizziness washed over him. He stumbled, catching himself on the edge of the dresser. What the hell? He blinked rapidly, trying to clear his vision. That's when he noticed it. His hands. They were... changing. His slender fingers began to thicken, growing meatier and more calloused. Dark hairs sprouted across the backs of his hands, spreading up his wrists and forearms. Grant watched in horror as his biceps doubled in size, filling with muscle and fat.

"Holy shit..." Grant breathed, his voice already sounding deeper than before.

The changes didn't stop at his arms. Grant felt a tightness in his chest, a pressure building behind his sternum. He looked down to see his pecs expanding initially with muscle, then sagging with fat. A thick mat of itchy, dark fur spreading across his pectorals and abdomen, gradually covering more and more of his torso.

"Oh god, oh fuck..." Grant groaned, his voice now a deep, gravelly rumble.

Grant's stomach began to swell, pushing outwards and upwards. His washboard abs softened and disappeared beneath a layer of pudgy flesh. Soon, a proper beer gut hung over his groin, swaying slightly with each labored breath. He grabbed a fistful of his flabby abdomen- his hands sinking into the doughy flesh... rubbing against his new fur. Grant recoiled- sickened by these sensations. This wasn't him... this would never be him...

But no thought could stop it... Grant's thighs thickened, becoming powerful and tree-trunk like. His calves bulged with new muscle, his feet growing larger to accommodate his expanding frame. Even his ass was getting bigger, the cheeks spreading wider and softer. But the most shocking change happened between his legs. Grant watched in disbelief as his cock shrunk up and fattened up. His pubic hair grew thicker and wilder, soon forming a dense forest around his new chode.

"Jesus Christ," Grant wheezed, running a hand over his newly hairy body, "What the fuck is happening to me?" 

Grant stared at his new self in the mirror, taking in every detail of his transformation. Gone was the fit, toned college stud. In his place stood a hairy, overweight bear of a man in his mid-30s. His face had changed too - more weathered skin, stubble darkening his cheeks and neck, eyes dull...

And suddenly, he could only watch helplessly as his hands moved on autopilot, rummaging through drawers and tossing clothes onto the bed.

"Wh-what the fuck..." Grant stammered mentally, his physical form seemingly acting of its own accord.

Without waiting for input, the bear-like version of him tugged on a stained white t-shirt, stretching the fabric taut over his soft belly and hairy chest. Then came faded jeans, ones that looked like they'd seen far too many days mowing lawns and edging sidewalks. Shoes, socks, a cap emblazoned with some garden center logo.

The newly transformed Grant lumbered out to the garage. He slid into the driver's seat of his car, the leather creaking under his substantial weight. As he reached for the ignition, memories not his own started flooding his mind. Summer after summer of maintaining the sprawling college campus. The smell of freshly cut grass, the burn of the sun on his neck. Sweat-soaked shirts clinging to his hairy back as he pushed a mower or trimmed hedges.

"I'm...I'm the fucking summer groundskeeper?" Grant thought in shock and revulsion, watching his hands start the car and shift into reverse, "No, no, this can't be happening!"

That first summer passed in a haze of sweaty, grueling labor for the trapped Grant. He spent his days trudging around the green spaces, pushing a mower in the blistering heat. Trimming hedges, pulling weeds. His hands were rough and calloused within weeks, dirt permanently etched under his nails. His hairy arms ached as he pushed the mower, sweat pouring down his equally hairy back. The days blurred - rise at dawn, spend twelve plus hours bent over or lifting in the oppressive heat, then collapse into bed. No more lounging poolside, sipping cold beers with buddies. No summer spent partying or lounging at the beach. Even the evenings brought no relief. He quickly discovered more than he wanted to know about the groundskeeper. Each night, he'd watch as the man pulled up gay porno sites - always beefy, hairy guys. Grant recoiled internally each time the groundskeeper wrapped a callused paw around his chubby dicklet, fapping desperately. But soon, the feeling overwhelmed even his mind and he basked in the pleasure of their shared release.

And as summer finally drew to a close, the spell lifted as abruptly as it had taken hold. Grant woke up one morning back in his own dorm room, his muscular, well-groomed college athlete body restored. Relief crashed over him, tears pricking his eyes as he confirmed every inch of himself was normal again. He stumbled through the first week of classes in a daze, avoiding his friends' concerned questions about his disappearance. How could he possibly explain it? Grant smiled weakly as he walked into the dining hall, nodding along as his buddies ribbed him about his absence. Inside though, panic and confusion reigned. But with the start of sophomore year, he was ready to try and leave it all behind...

But Grant couldn't escape his fate. As each spring semester ended, the cycle repeated with grim predictability. The night before summer began, that sick dread would grip him, the magic of the transformation bubbling beneath his skin. He'd watch helplessly as he contorted and reshaped into that familiar form - the sight of that bulky, hairy older man would fill his mirror. The summers bled together - long days sweltering in the sun, pushing a mower, trimming and pruning in a cycle he couldn't break. Every sunset brought that shameful solitary ritual, the slick glide of palm against his shaft, until release. All those glorious summer plans - beach weeks, festival lineups, internships - fell away unfilled, abandoned. Only to return to his athletic form and his life as a college student on the first day of fall classes...

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And so here he was. The night of his graduation. Heart still pounding in his chest. He begged, pleaded silently... Surely, graduating would be enough to break whatever strange enchantment had held him captive these past summers. He was done with college, moving on to the next chapter of his life. Graduation parties, a beach trip... after years of missing out, he could only hope.

Grant closed his eyes, taking deep breaths as he waited for the inevitable. The seconds stretched into minutes, the minutes into hours. Nothing happened. He opened one eye cautiously when the clock struck midnight. And the tension drained from his body. Tentatively, he ran his hands over his arms and chest, marveling at the firm muscles and smooth skin. No unwanted hair, no softening belly, no aches from a day's hard labor. He was finally, completely himself again.

"It's over..." He whispered with a small chuckle, "Fuck yeah, it's over..."

Elation filled him, tears of joy threatened to fall. He grabbed his phone to text his friends about their summer plans.

Ding

His heart stopped. An email from the university. Subject line: "Congratulations." Probably just a follow-up from graduation. He opened it, eyes scanning the email rapidly. His smile faltered, brow furrowing in confusion. He scrolled back up, rereading over and over, barely registering the tingling spreading through his body.

"But, this doesn't...no..." His eyes kept scanning the email.

An official job offer... A full-time, permanent position as a year-round groundskeeper. They praised his dedication and hard work over the past few summers. He felt mocked... he felt sick... The curse...it wasn't broken at all. It was...

"AAHHH! FUCK!!!" Grant cried out, dropping his phone as a searing, electric tingling exploded across his skin.

This time, the transformation felt different - raw, primal, overwhelming. Yet it was different than before... slower, more deliberate and intimate. Each change seemed amplified, the sensations more vivid and real. Hair sprouted from his pores, coarse and wiry, spreading in an ever-widening patchwork across his body. Grant's eyes squeezed shut, tears leaking from the corners as he felt the inexorable changes overtake his body. His muscles swelled and hardened, growing denser and more pronounced. Biceps bulged, shoulders broadened, chest expanded. But it wasn't the lean, sculpted physique of an athlete. This was the heavy, solid build of a laborer, all power and no finesse. His abdomen rounded out, softening into a paunch that continued to grow into a respectable gut. His ass growing wider and softer. Thighs thickened, calves beefed up. His cock, now nestled in a thick thatch of wiry curls, shrank as it fattened up. Even with his eyes closed, he knew what he was becoming. And deep down he knew now this was no fleeting summer curse. This was finality, inevitability. The magic saturating his cells promised that he would never again return to his former self.

Tears streamed down Grant's face as the transformation reached its climax, his body now fully remade. He knew what came next... Grant braced himself, expecting to find himself imprisoned in his own mind once more, a silent observer to the groundskeeper's simple existence. He shuddered at the thought of reliving those endless summer days - the backbreaking labor, the loneliness, the shameful solo nights spent with gay porn. As the initial shock subsided, Grant tentatively tried to move, to assert control. To his surprise and horror, his body obeyed without hesitation. When he wanted to stand, it rose easily, joints creaking. When he took a step, it carried him forward purposefully. There was no disconnect, no division between his consciousness and the physical form housing it.

As the realization crashed over him, Grant staggered, his new body trembling. And then he felt it. Unfamiliar yet somehow comforting sensations and thoughts flood his mind. The aches in his muscles from a hard day's work, the satisfaction of a job well done, the simple pleasure of a cold beer after mowing the lawns. And to his shock, Grant realized he craved it. Wanted it. Loved it. The brute strength in his arms, the hairy expanse of his chest, the heavy thud of his footsteps. Even the lonely nights spent pleasuring himself to the sights of other hairy, muscular men. It all called to him now, felt like coming home. The sheer horror and cognitive dissonance proved too much for Grant to handle. Grant's mind simply shut down. His knees buckled, vision tunneling. With a choked sob, he collapsed backwards onto the bed and in that moment between wakefulness and oblivion, one final, terrifying thought crystallized in his fading awareness: this was his reality now. The groundskeeper's life, the groundskeeper's body, the groundskeeper's desires. They were his. Grant, as he had known himself, was gone. Forever.

Morning light filtered through the curtains, rousing Grant from his unconscious state. For a brief moment, confusion clouded his mind as he took in the expanse of his hairy chest and gut, and felt the weight of his changed body. But as awareness returned, so too did the comfortable sensations and thoughts that had flooded him the night before. Rising from the bed with a contented groan, Grant stretched his hairy, bulky arms above his head, savoring the pull of his powerful new physique and the smell of his ripe pits.

With a groan, he reached for his phone, clicking open a familiar app. Videos of burly, hairy men soon played, and Grant lost himself as his burly hand wrapped around his chub, stroking lazily as he drank in the erotic sights as he'd done many times before. Any feelings of strangeness melted away, replaced by pure, uncomplicated arousal and contentment. As he finished with a guttural moan, any lingering doubts melted away, replaced by pure, guilty pleasure. He quickly cleaned up with a damp rag, then dressed in dirty jeans and a wife-beater. And so began another routine day in the fulfilling life of the college groundskeeper, living and loving every minute as his new nature demanded.

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Repeating History

Derek smiled as he walked back to the teacher's lounge. He had just finished having a heart-to-heart with one of his students, Billy, who was again reported for bullying. The high school senior reminded him a lot of himself at that age- young, arrogant, and a total asshole. If it hadn't been for Derek's high school sweetheart helping him see there was more to him than that, who knows how he would've ended up. Derek could only hope that he could have a similar positive effect on Billy.

"Mr. Novak!" He turned to see an older woman with wild grey hair coming towards him, a concerned look on her wrinkled face.

"Hey there. Can I help you?" Derek smiled.

The woman stomped up to him, jabbing a finger against his chest. "I heard about what happened with my grandson today. Bullying, harassment, cruelty! And you… You allow this nonsense?" Her words dripped with anger and disappointment.

"I'm deeply sorry about what Tim has been going through. I've spoken with all of those involved." Derek started, "Ma'am, please let me reassure you, I'm working to address…"

Derek's words were cut off as the irate grandmother suddenly grabbed his hand, turning it over to examine his palm. Her eyes widened as she traced the lines intently.

"This palm… This fork here!" She exclaimed, pointing to a distinct V-shaped line intersecting his lifeline. "Major change, right here. A crossroads taken." Her gaze snapped up to meet his, ancient and knowing. "It seems you weren't always the saintly teacher you pretend to be now, hmm Mr. Novak?" A sardonic smile played at her lips. "Once a bully, always a bully they say. Arrogant! Narcissistic! You'd rather empathize with hooligans than those they torment!"

"Now hold on just a moment…"

"They think they come to you for help! But you can't help your true nature. You deceive them!"

In a fluid motion, the old woman pressed her thumb and forefinger together over the intersection point in Derek's palm. To his shock, he watched the lines shift and merge beneath her touch until the distinctive Y shape smoothed into a single line. A chill ran down his spine. Derek stumbled back, his mind reeling as he stared at his palm in disbelief. What the hell just happened? He looked up at the old woman, questions burning in his eyes, but she had already turned away, muttering darkly under her breath.

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Derek trudged into his apartment, his mind still spinning from the bizarre encounter with Tim's grandmother earlier. The place was a complete disaster - dirty laundry strewn across the floor, empty beer bottles and pizza boxes littering every surface. The air hung heavy with the musky scent of sweat and neglect. He wrinkled his nose, feeling strangely drawn to the pungent aroma despite himself.

"Jenny? Babe, you home?" He called out, expecting to hear his girlfriend's voice, "Babe is everything…"

But as the words left his mouth, a flicker of confusion passed through him. Why was he calling for Jenny? They hadn't been together in…in… Memories flashed through his mind - he asked her out, she brutally shot him down, they hadn't spoken since. He felt his stomach churn just at the thought.

"What the hell is going on?" He muttered to himself, running a hand through his hair. When did he start letting things go like this? Derek prided himself on being put together, both personally and professionally. But standing amidst the chaos of his once-neat living space, he barely recognized it, "I-I'll clean up tomorrow." He muttered, "I need some sleep."

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Derek jolted awake, his heart pounding in his chest. Morning light filtered through unfamiliar curtains as he sat up, blinking in confusion. His eyes fell to his bare torso and he gasped - his chest hair, usually a thick patch, was nowhere to be seen. Running a hand over his jaw, he recoiled at the smoothness beneath his fingertips. Even his five o'clock shadow, a constant companion, had vanished overnight.

"Derek! Get up, you're gonna be late for school!" His mother's voice rang out, accompanied by the sound of her fist pounding on the door.

School? Derek leapt out of bed, his mind reeling. But wait… This wasn't his apartment. His eyes landed on posters of scantily clad models and sports cars plastered on the walls. A desk overflowing with textbooks and energy drink cans. It took a full minute for the realization to hit him - he was in his childhood bedroom.

Derek stumbled to the mirror, hardly recognizing the face staring back at him. Smooth skin, clear eyes, a youthful glow - he looked like he was 18 again, a high school senior. His hands shook as he gripped the sink, memories flooding back. The last thing he remembered clearly was confronting Billy about bullying Tim. Then the strange encounter with Tim's grandmother, her cryptic words, the sensation of his palm changing…

A loud bang on the door startled him, "Derek! I mean it, you'll miss first period!" His mom's voice held an edge of frustration.

"I'm up!" He called back, trying to keep his voice steady. Panic rising in his throat, he rifled through drawers, pulling on a t-shirt and jeans that felt too tight across his increasingly larger muscles, "I'll be down in a minute!"

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Heart racing, Derek navigated the crowded hallways of the high school, memories of his teenage years washing over him. Lockers slamming, kids laughing and shouting greetings to each other. It all felt so vivid, so real. He spotted a familiar face among the sea of students - Martha, one of his colleague and good friend. Relief flooded through him and he made a beeline towards her.

"Martha, thank god," he started, lowering his voice, "Something really weird is happening to me. I woke up and-"

Martha cut him off with a sharp look, placing a hand on his shoulder and guiding him out of earshot of nearby students. "Derek, enough with the informalities. You know better than to call me by my first name."

Her tone was stern, almost parental. Derek blinked, taken aback.

Derek's jaw dropped open, a wave of confusion and humiliation washing over him. "What do you mean? Martha, it's me, Derek. Your friend, your colleague…"

Martha's expression softened slightly, but her posture remained rigid. "Derek, I don't know what game you're playing at, but it needs to stop. Your behavior lately has been completely unacceptable. Skipping classes, showing up disheveled, making inappropriate comments to the other students…" She leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. "And for heaven's sake, when was the last time you showered or applied deodorant?"

A pungent odor seemed to emanate from Derek, a mix of stale sweat and Axe. Martha wrinkled her nose, stepping back slightly.

Derek lifted his arm, sniffing his armpit experimentally. An amused chuckle escaped his lips before he could stop it. "Y'know, that actually doesn't smell half bad…" The words left his mouth before he could censor himself. Horror dawned on his face as he realized what he'd said, "I'm fine, Ms. Johnson. Thanks for your concern."

Before turning to leave. But in his haste, he failed to watch where he was going. His shoulder collided with another student's chest, sending them both stumbling.

"For fucks sake! Watch it, loser!" Derek snarled, shoving the smaller boy roughly. It took a moment for recognition to set in. Timmy, "Tch, typical fuckin' loser. Always in the way." He sneered, looking Timmy up and down with contempt, "I…" He froze, "I… I'm so sorry, Timmy. That was…" He swallowed hard, fighting back tears, "I didn't mean it. Please forgive me."

Derek reached out a hand, but Timmy flinched away, eyeing him warily. Around them, other students began to take notice, whispers and stares piercing the sudden tension. And Derek fled. Left the building and ran down the street, only stopping when he caught a glimpse of himself in a car mirror.

Derek stood frozen, staring at his reflection in shock and revulsion. The person looking back at him was a stranger, yet achingly familiar. It was like gazing into a twisted mirror, seeing the worst version of himself magnified tenfold. Young, cocky, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. Muscles rippling beneath his thin t-shirt as he flexed unconsciously. Blonde hair artfully tousled, blue eyes glinting with mischief and barely concealed arrogance. He looked like a caricature of himself at 18- all of his features emphasizing arrogance and cockiness.

"Well, well, well. Look who it is. Shouldn't you be at school, Mr. Novak?" Derek turned to see Timmy's grandmother, wearing a satisfied smirk. "Or perhaps you prefer to skip class these days, just like old times?"

Derek's blood ran cold, a chill running down his spine. "What did you do to me? Why am I like this?" He demanded, his voice cracking with desperation and fear.

The old woman threw her head back and laughed, a harsh, grating sound. "Oh, you naive little boy. I simply removed the catalyst that set you on a different path."

Derek shook his head vehemently, backing away from the old woman. "No, no, no. This isn't me anymore. I'm not that person!" He clenched his fists, nails digging into his palms. "I don't want to be this arrogant, selfish prick. I fuckin' hate this!" He grabbed his head, "I can feel it... fuck... Please..." Despite his words, he couldn't help but flex his bicep, admiring the way it popped. A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.

The old woman's eyes gleamed with malicious satisfaction. "Look at yourself, Derek. You're already slipping back into old habits. Enjoying the scent of your own musk, aren't you? Appreciating the way your body responds to your newfound strength."

"Shut the fuck up." He snapped, "You don't know shit about me or what I want."

He ran a hand through his perfectly tousled blonde hair, preening slightly. The urge to post a shirtless selfie was suddenly overwhelming. Maybe he'd hit the gym later, really show off his gains. Derek shook his head, trying to dispel the intrusive thoughts, but they kept creeping back in, tempting him with the promise of validation and admiration.

"You had a choice once upon a time." The old lady said, "But I've set you on a new path. You want to empathize with those hooligans? With those that bully others? You're no better than them."

Derek went to protest. To say something clever. But as he tried to think, he found... nothing. What was there to protest?

"You got a problem with me?" His eyes narrowed, "I don't need to listen to this shit. This is who I am." He cracked his knuckles, relishing the sound. "And if you ask me, I'm pretty fucking awesome like this."

"Yes, yes you are." She smiled, "Enjoy your life Derek."

And with that, she was gone. Leaving Derek to revel in his new life. He looked down at his muscular arms, flexing them instinctively. A slow grin spread across his face as he breathed in his own pungent scent, reveling in it.

"I fuckin' will." He chuckled.

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Grinning widely, Derek strode into his old childhood bedroom, leaving the door wide open. He stripped off his shirt without hesitation, tossing it aside carelessly. Staring at his muscular reflection in the full-length mirror, he flexed and posed shamelessly, admiring every inch of his sculpted physique. His hands roaming his abs. He gave his flexed bicep an appreciate squeeze.

"Not bad, bro. Not bad at all," he murmured approvingly, enjoying the musk emanating from his pits. Picking up his phone, he snapped a series of provocative selfies, "Now that's the shit."

This felt right. Like it was always meant to be. And Derek couldn't have been any happier.

[shadykoalakoala]

Repeating History

Derek smiled as he walked back to the teacher's lounge. He had just finished having a heart-to-heart with one of his students, Billy, who was again reported for bullying. The high school senior reminded him a lot of himself at that age- young, arrogant, and a total asshole. If it hadn't been for Derek's high school sweetheart helping him see there was more to him than that, who knows how he would've ended up. Derek could only hope that he could have a similar positive effect on Billy.

"Mr. Novak!" He turned to see an older woman with wild grey hair coming towards him, a concerned look on her wrinkled face.

"Hey there. Can I help you?" Derek smiled.

The woman stomped up to him, jabbing a finger against his chest. "I heard about what happened with my grandson today. Bullying, harassment, cruelty! And you… You allow this nonsense?" Her words dripped with anger and disappointment.

"I'm deeply sorry about what Tim has been going through. I've spoken with all of those involved." Derek started, "Ma'am, please let me reassure you, I'm working to address…"

Derek's words were cut off as the irate grandmother suddenly grabbed his hand, turning it over to examine his palm. Her eyes widened as she traced the lines intently.

"This palm… This fork here!" She exclaimed, pointing to a distinct V-shaped line intersecting his lifeline. "Major change, right here. A crossroads taken." Her gaze snapped up to meet his, ancient and knowing. "It seems you weren't always the saintly teacher you pretend to be now, hmm Mr. Novak?" A sardonic smile played at her lips. "Once a bully, always a bully they say. Arrogant! Narcissistic! You'd rather empathize with hooligans than those they torment!"

"Now hold on just a moment…"

"They think they come to you for help! But you can't help your true nature. You deceive them!"

In a fluid motion, the old woman pressed her thumb and forefinger together over the intersection point in Derek's palm. To his shock, he watched the lines shift and merge beneath her touch until the distinctive Y shape smoothed into a single line. A chill ran down his spine. Derek stumbled back, his mind reeling as he stared at his palm in disbelief. What the hell just happened? He looked up at the old woman, questions burning in his eyes, but she had already turned away, muttering darkly under her breath.

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Derek trudged into his apartment, his mind still spinning from the bizarre encounter with Tim's grandmother earlier. The place was a complete disaster - dirty laundry strewn across the floor, empty beer bottles and pizza boxes littering every surface. The air hung heavy with the musky scent of sweat and neglect. He wrinkled his nose, feeling strangely drawn to the pungent aroma despite himself.

"Jenny? Babe, you home?" He called out, expecting to hear his girlfriend's voice, "Babe is everything…"

But as the words left his mouth, a flicker of confusion passed through him. Why was he calling for Jenny? They hadn't been together in…in… Memories flashed through his mind - he asked her out, she brutally shot him down, they hadn't spoken since. He felt his stomach churn just at the thought.

"What the hell is going on?" He muttered to himself, running a hand through his hair. When did he start letting things go like this? Derek prided himself on being put together, both personally and professionally. But standing amidst the chaos of his once-neat living space, he barely recognized it, "I-I'll clean up tomorrow." He muttered, "I need some sleep."

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Derek jolted awake, his heart pounding in his chest. Morning light filtered through unfamiliar curtains as he sat up, blinking in confusion. His eyes fell to his bare torso and he gasped - his chest hair, usually a thick patch, was nowhere to be seen. Running a hand over his jaw, he recoiled at the smoothness beneath his fingertips. Even his five o'clock shadow, a constant companion, had vanished overnight.

"Derek! Get up, you're gonna be late for school!" His mother's voice rang out, accompanied by the sound of her fist pounding on the door.

School? Derek leapt out of bed, his mind reeling. But wait… This wasn't his apartment. His eyes landed on posters of scantily clad models and sports cars plastered on the walls. A desk overflowing with textbooks and energy drink cans. It took a full minute for the realization to hit him - he was in his childhood bedroom.

Derek stumbled to the mirror, hardly recognizing the face staring back at him. Smooth skin, clear eyes, a youthful glow - he looked like he was 18 again, a high school senior. His hands shook as he gripped the sink, memories flooding back. The last thing he remembered clearly was confronting Billy about bullying Tim. Then the strange encounter with Tim's grandmother, her cryptic words, the sensation of his palm changing…

A loud bang on the door startled him, "Derek! I mean it, you'll miss first period!" His mom's voice held an edge of frustration.

"I'm up!" He called back, trying to keep his voice steady. Panic rising in his throat, he rifled through drawers, pulling on a t-shirt and jeans that felt too tight across his increasingly larger muscles, "I'll be down in a minute!"

______

Heart racing, Derek navigated the crowded hallways of the high school, memories of his teenage years washing over him. Lockers slamming, kids laughing and shouting greetings to each other. It all felt so vivid, so real. He spotted a familiar face among the sea of students - Martha, one of his colleague and good friend. Relief flooded through him and he made a beeline towards her.

"Martha, thank god," he started, lowering his voice, "Something really weird is happening to me. I woke up and-"

Martha cut him off with a sharp look, placing a hand on his shoulder and guiding him out of earshot of nearby students. "Derek, enough with the informalities. You know better than to call me by my first name."

Her tone was stern, almost parental. Derek blinked, taken aback.

Derek's jaw dropped open, a wave of confusion and humiliation washing over him. "What do you mean? Martha, it's me, Derek. Your friend, your colleague…"

Martha's expression softened slightly, but her posture remained rigid. "Derek, I don't know what game you're playing at, but it needs to stop. Your behavior lately has been completely unacceptable. Skipping classes, showing up disheveled, making inappropriate comments to the other students…" She leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. "And for heaven's sake, when was the last time you showered or applied deodorant?"

A pungent odor seemed to emanate from Derek, a mix of stale sweat and Axe. Martha wrinkled her nose, stepping back slightly.

Derek lifted his arm, sniffing his armpit experimentally. An amused chuckle escaped his lips before he could stop it. "Y'know, that actually doesn't smell half bad…" The words left his mouth before he could censor himself. Horror dawned on his face as he realized what he'd said, "I'm fine, Ms. Johnson. Thanks for your concern."

Before turning to leave. But in his haste, he failed to watch where he was going. His shoulder collided with another student's chest, sending them both stumbling.

"For fucks sake! Watch it, loser!" Derek snarled, shoving the smaller boy roughly. It took a moment for recognition to set in. Timmy, "Tch, typical fuckin' loser. Always in the way." He sneered, looking Timmy up and down with contempt, "I…" He froze, "I… I'm so sorry, Timmy. That was…" He swallowed hard, fighting back tears, "I didn't mean it. Please forgive me."

Derek reached out a hand, but Timmy flinched away, eyeing him warily. Around them, other students began to take notice, whispers and stares piercing the sudden tension. And Derek fled. Left the building and ran down the street, only stopping when he caught a glimpse of himself in a car mirror.

Derek stood frozen, staring at his reflection in shock and revulsion. The person looking back at him was a stranger, yet achingly familiar. It was like gazing into a twisted mirror, seeing the worst version of himself magnified tenfold. Young, cocky, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. Muscles rippling beneath his thin t-shirt as he flexed unconsciously. Blonde hair artfully tousled, blue eyes glinting with mischief and barely concealed arrogance. He looked like a caricature of himself at 18- all of his features emphasizing arrogance and cockiness.

"Well, well, well. Look who it is. Shouldn't you be at school, Mr. Novak?" Derek turned to see Timmy's grandmother, wearing a satisfied smirk. "Or perhaps you prefer to skip class these days, just like old times?"

Derek's blood ran cold, a chill running down his spine. "What did you do to me? Why am I like this?" He demanded, his voice cracking with desperation and fear.

The old woman threw her head back and laughed, a harsh, grating sound. "Oh, you naive little boy. I simply removed the catalyst that set you on a different path."

Derek shook his head vehemently, backing away from the old woman. "No, no, no. This isn't me anymore. I'm not that person!" He clenched his fists, nails digging into his palms. "I don't want to be this arrogant, selfish prick. I fuckin' hate this!" He grabbed his head, "I can feel it... fuck... Please..." Despite his words, he couldn't help but flex his bicep, admiring the way it popped. A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.

The old woman's eyes gleamed with malicious satisfaction. "Look at yourself, Derek. You're already slipping back into old habits. Enjoying the scent of your own musk, aren't you? Appreciating the way your body responds to your newfound strength."

"Shut the fuck up." He snapped, "You don't know shit about me or what I want."

He ran a hand through his perfectly tousled blonde hair, preening slightly. The urge to post a shirtless selfie was suddenly overwhelming. Maybe he'd hit the gym later, really show off his gains. Derek shook his head, trying to dispel the intrusive thoughts, but they kept creeping back in, tempting him with the promise of validation and admiration.

"You had a choice once upon a time." The old lady said, "But I've set you on a new path. You want to empathize with those hooligans? With those that bully others? You're no better than them."

Derek went to protest. To say something clever. But as he tried to think, he found... nothing. What was there to protest?

"You got a problem with me?" His eyes narrowed, "I don't need to listen to this shit. This is who I am." He cracked his knuckles, relishing the sound. "And if you ask me, I'm pretty fucking awesome like this."

"Yes, yes you are." She smiled, "Enjoy your life Derek."

And with that, she was gone. Leaving Derek to revel in his new life. He looked down at his muscular arms, flexing them instinctively. A slow grin spread across his face as he breathed in his own pungent scent, reveling in it.

"I fuckin' will." He chuckled.

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Grinning widely, Derek strode into his old childhood bedroom, leaving the door wide open. He stripped off his shirt without hesitation, tossing it aside carelessly. Staring at his muscular reflection in the full-length mirror, he flexed and posed shamelessly, admiring every inch of his sculpted physique. His hands roaming his abs. He gave his flexed bicep an appreciate squeeze.

"Not bad, bro. Not bad at all," he murmured approvingly, enjoying the musk emanating from his pits. Picking up his phone, he snapped a series of provocative selfies, "Now that's the shit."

This felt right. Like it was always meant to be. And Derek couldn't have been any happier.

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A Surprise Gift 2

Part of the Summer Sequels I'm doing. A follow-up direct sequel to A Surprise Gift.

"Yo Eric!" Jim called out from the living room, his voice echoing through the small apartment, "Get your ass out here, bro. Seth needs you."

Eric perked up at the sound of his roommate's command, a thrill running through his slender body. He sauntered out of his room, hips swaying hypnotically in a pair of tight pink shorts that barely covered his plump rear. His platinum blonde hair was styled messily, framing his pretty, vacant features.

"Coming, handsome," Eric sing-songed, dropping to his knees beside the couch where Jim lounged. His empty blue eyes landed on Seth, the burly jock hunched over dejectedly, "Aw, what's wrong, handsome?"

Internally, the remnants of Eric's conscious perked up... Seth... It had been so long since he'd seen Seth. A slew of memories rushed forth- of videogames, deep conversations about their futures, and playful banter. And Eric grimaced at each memory of his old life. His life before he became... this. His thoughts raced- he didn't want to be seen like this... not by anyone... especially people who knew him...

Seth glanced up, his chiseled jaw clenched with frustration, "Coach rode my ass hard today." He frowned, "You know how..." He paused, "Well I'm sure you remember how he can be."

A distant part of Eric might've remembered the man coach was. But it was buried now. Instead, the only thoughts about coach were if the older man would ever let him ride on his big dick.

"Well Seth, Eric is more than happy to make you forget all about your day. Took Seth a lot of convincing to try out my toy." Jim chuckled, nudging Seth, "You're the last one, dude."

Seth smiled warily as he glanced at Eric. He heard rumors about his friend, but this all but confirmed them. Part of him wanted to talk to Eric, ask him what happened. But he found his thoughts wandering as he stared at Eric's plump ass. He swallowed hard, a bead of sweat trickling down his neck. 

"I could really use some... stress relief, if you know what I mean."

Any thought that this was Eric- his friend, teammate, wingman- was suppressed as he gazed at the slutty toy in front of him. He didn't intend to use Eric, but now... just by looking at the horny twink, he could feel his inhibitions leave him. Eric giggled airily, crawling closer on hands and knees. The movement made his pert cheeks jiggle enticingly.

"Oh, I know exactly what you need, big boy." He purred, reaching out to palm Seth's muscular thigh. "Why don't you sit back and relax? Let me take goooood care of you."

Jim chuckled, standing up from the couch, "Alright boys, I'll give you two some privacy. Try not to break my toy, yeah Seth? I've seen what you're packing in the showers."

And Eric remembered too. He had seen Seth's dick in the locker room. And while the remnants of himself wondered how the fuck he would handle all that, his new, slutty self was eager for the challenge. Seth watched Jim go, then turned his attention back to Eric. The petite blonde had settled between his spread thighs, gazing up at him with half-lidded, vacant eyes. Seth licked his lips nervously. Eric looked so different from the man he remembered.

"What happened to you, Eric?" Seth asked quietly, even as his hands moved to cup the smaller male's face, "I've heard rumors but…"

Eric leaned into Seth's touch, a dreamy smile playing on his glossy lips, "Mmm, wouldn't you like to know?" He cooed teasingly, nuzzling up against Seth.

Seth's heart raced as Eric pressed closer, playing with his increasingly harder dick through his mesh shorts. He knew he should push the eager twink away, demand answers...but god, Eric looked so tempting like this.

"You really like this?" Seth stifled a moan, "Being used by Jim and his friends?"

"Mhmm," Eric hummed happily, grinding subtly against Seth's muscular thigh, "And I loooove every minute of it." He pulled at the jock's waistband, "Let me worship this big, beautiful cock."

It bobbed heavily in front of Eric's face, flushed and leaking at the tip. Seth groaned, head falling back against the couch cushions as Eric's soft lips wrapped around his shaft. Eric's tongue swirled skillfully with practiced ease.

"Fuck, Eric," Seth grunted, hands flying to grip the blonde's hair, "How the hell did you learn to suck cock like this?"

Eric relaxed his throat, taking the jock deeper until his nose brushed the coarse hair at the base. Seth's musky scent flooded his senses, making Eric's ass throb with need- his tiny cock still soft.

"Wait... wait..." Seth gently tugged Eric off his throbbing cock, admiring the dazed, lust-drunk expression on the blonde's face, "As much as I'm loving this," Seth rumbled, voice rough with arousal, "I think you should have some fun too. I'm not usually one to just lie back and receive, you know?"

"Do we have to?" Eric whined petulantly, crossing his arms over his slim chest, "I just wanna make you feel good, Seth."

"This will make me feel good." Seth offered, a grin forming on his face, "Come on..." Eric raised an eyebrow- his cotton-candy-filled brain slowly accepting Seth's logic.

Internally, Eric recoiled- maybe he didn't know Seth as well as he thought. He couldn't imagine the other man wanting to suck cock, yet here he was offering.

"Fine... I guess that makes sense." He pouted, spreading his legs in clear invitation- his expression bored and somewhat annoyed as he waited for Seth to begin.

"Truthfully, it's my first time." Seth knelt between Eric's thighs, drinking in the sight of the blonde's exposed body, "But I want to try it." Part of him wondered why he was so eager, another part of him rationalizing that he wasn't a selfish lover.

He ran calloused hands up the smooth expanse of Eric's legs, relishing the softness of his skin. Eric remained impassive, staring blankly at the ceiling as Seth explored his body. Leaning in, Seth dragged his tongue along the underside of Eric's tiny cock, from root to tip. It tasted... sweet... Seth swirled his tongue around the head, lapping up the bead of pre-cum that had formed at the slit.

"Mmm, you taste good." Seth murmured, voice vibrating against Eric's sensitive skin.

He bobbed up and down, which wasn't too hard given the other man's length. But each time he did, Seth felt something warm in his chest. Like a need to continue... a need for the taste of Eric's cock. So sweet... so addictive... He couldn't stop... even as he felt a strange tingling across his body. At first, he dismissed it, but soon, as he glanced to his side, he noticed his biceps, once bulging impressively, were looking smaller. The definition in his forearms softened as he gripped Eric's thighs. Seth paused, pulling off Eric's dick with a wet pop. He flexed his arms, watching in shock as the hard-earned muscle continued to melt away before his eyes. Panic rose in his throat but was quickly replaced by a haze of lust as he looked down at Eric's cock.

"No... no, this isn't right." Seth slurred, but even as he spoke, he found himself diving back in, swallowing Eric to the hilt.

"Oh?" Eric purred, watching with amusement and interest as Seth's body continued to shift and contort.

He watched as Seth's height seemed to decrease with each passing moment. The carpet of hair on his chest began to thin, disappearing completely to reveal smooth, soft skin. Through the fog of lust clouding his mind, Seth realized something was very wrong. He was changing, transforming into something... else. But the urge to keep sucking, to chase that addictive taste, was too strong to resist. His cock, once rock hard and throbbing with need, started to soften and shrink between his legs. Eric watched the spectacle with detached amusement, idly playing with his own hair as Seth's body continued to alter.

"Need to stop..." Seth thought, "Please... stop..." He desperately tried to will his body to stop, but it wouldn't respond, "Oh fuck... ohhhhhh"

Seth's changes accelerated rapidly now. His broad shoulders narrowed, tapering down to a slim waist. The powerful muscles in his back and legs atrophied, leaving him soft and delicate. His Adam's apple receded, while his skin became soft- his callouses smoothing over. Dark stubble vanished, skin becoming baby-smooth and hairless. All the while, Seth kept Eric's cock buried in his throat, gagging and sputtering. Drool poured down his chin.

"Ohhh Seth," Eric suddenly moaned breathily, hands fisting in the former jock's silky strands, "You're... mmm... getting so good at this."

It had been so long since his cock ever felt this way. He was only just a set of holes now, but Seth... Eric moaned again, which only seemed to spur Seth on, coaxing more obscene sounds from Eric's lips. But in the back of his foggy mind, Eric knew this was so very wrong. That Seth deserved better than to be reduced to a cock-sleeve. He had to stop him before it was too late, before he wound up like him... But his body screamed for more and Seth seemed to be losing himself in the act, desperate for approval, craving the taste...

"I'm... I'm not..." Seth tried to protest, pulling away suddenly as the remnants of his rationale brain put up a final defense, "Eric, please... fuck..." He looked down at his slim form, his sensitive nipples, his tiny cock, "Oh fuck... I..." He grunted as his ass suddenly swelled, forming into a pair of two doughy, jiggly mounds- perfect for...

"Now you know what happened to me, cutie!" Eric giggled, "But it gets so much better!" With ease, Eric grasped the back of Seth's head and forced him back down onto his cock.

"I can't...stop..." Seth whimpered between slurps, drool dripping down his chin.

His eyes, once sharp and focused, now held a glassy, vacant sheen. He could feel his mind simplifying with each thrust of Eric's tiny cock. Dreams of sucking and getting fucked played through his head on repeat, drowning out every other thought. His thoughts drifted to his teammates in a new light. Chad's powerful thighs... Tyler's chiseled abs... He imagined himself on his knees before them, eager and needy, just aching to worship... But there was someone in particular that kept flashing in his mind...

"Jim..." Seth moaned.

Eric's giggle echoed through the room. Jim would be so happy with him... A new toy... And somewhere deep inside, a flicker of his old self recoiled in horror at the sight of his former friend descending just as he did. No way to escape... nothing to save them...

"That's it, baby." Eric cooed, his fingers tangled in Seth's silky hair, guiding the jock's movements, "We're going to have so much fun together."

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It had been a bit and Jim figured with Eric's skill, Seth would've been drained. So he casually walked into the apartment, expecting to find Eric eagerly waiting to service him as usual.

"Hey slut, I'm home." Jim called out, pawing at his growing erection, "Hope you didn't..." He stopped mid-sentence, his jaw dropping as he looked upon the scene before him.

"Oh em gee! You're home! We missed you sooo much!" Eric squeeled.

Seth followed suit, his own ass jiggling as he moved, "Please sir," he begged, voice high and needy, "we need your big, thick cock. Want to worship it, want you to use us."

Jim stood frozen, eyes wide as he processed the sight before him. First Eric and now Seth? What the actual fuck? Why did this keep happening? Why was he so fucking lucky?

A wicked grin spread across his face. Two eager, willing holes presented themselves to him, desperate for his cock. How could he possibly complain about such an outcome?

"Well, well," Jim purred, stalking towards the trembling twinks, "Looks like the universe has gifted me another present." He pulls off his shirt, causing the two sluts to rush forward and grope his impressive pecs, "Woah aren't we eager?" He chuckles, pulling down his pants, his impressive bulge growing, "So? Who wants to go first, hm?"

[shadykoalakoala]

When you start training for Bodybuilding but you end up being a Powerlifter because you get too strong...

[shadykoalakoala]

Gym Dad - TF Short

"Welcome in! You must be new here." The hunky receptionist greeted you with a warm smile.

"Oh.. hi." You responded sheepishly as you adjusted your glasses.

If your oversized shirt didn't give away the fact that you've never been to a gym, your awkward demeanor sure did. But you're committed, your doctor said you needed to put on some weight, so you're here to gain some muscle. All the guys on the website looked very beefy, so it seemed like a good place to go to gain weight.

"Let me show you around." The receptionist stood up, towering over you.

You followed closely behind him, as if using him as protection against the peering eyes of the other gym goers. It wasn't a bad view either, his ass jiggled back and forth with every step and his muscles bulged through his tight clothes. Though it seemed odd that he had a thick belly, you know, since he worked at a gym. But the more you looked around, the more normal it felt, as almost every man in the gym had a similar round gut hanging out of their shirts.

"This is where I send all the new guys, it's a good place to get started." The man says as he points to a bench stationed beside a rack of dumbbells. "But before you do anything, here's a free protein shake as a reward for becoming a member."

He holds out a large shaker with a creamy looking liquid in it. You assumed it was his, but you certainly don't mind a free shake, especially since you're trying to put on weight.

"Thanks." You respond, smiling back at him.

But he continues standing there, as if waiting eagerly for you to try the shake. You humor him and take a sip. It tastes surprisingly good, it must be packed with calories. But as you try to put the shaker down, the man grabs it and tips it back up, pouring more and more of the shake down your throat. You want to stop him but it tastes so good. You feel your stomach bloating as it tries to cramp the rich shake into your tiny body.

After a few long seconds, the shaker finally empties. You pull it away from your mouth and gasp for air, choking on the thick shake.

"Good man." The man smiles.

You stumble around for a moment, trying to gain your composure, then...

*BBUUUUUURRRRRAAAAAPPPP*

The loudest burp you've ever heard erupts from deep within you, echoing all around the gym. Your stomach rumbles before suddenly expanding to the size of a beach ball, pushing your shirt to its limits. You look down in horror, bringing your hands up to rub your round gut. Then your flat chest follows suit, blowing up with thick muscle and soft fat as they form two man tits right above your belly.

Without giving you time to react, the rest of your body begins to grow. Your shoulders broaden as your biceps swell with fat and muscle. Your hands puff up as they get stuffed with fat. Mounds of muscle grow on your back before disappearing under rolls of fat. You bend forward as your flat ass rises like bread, forming two perky gloves of fat that are barely contained by your shorts. Your shorts continued to tighten around your legs as your tights thicken, leaving a thick bulge in your crotch. The bulge grows as you gain an inch of girth, though it looks shorter as it gets swallowed by your growing fat pad.

As the rest of your body expands, your face starts to change. Your features age to a middle aged man as fat fills your face, making it look soft and round. Your hairline recedes slightly as a thick beard spreads across your jaw, a jaw that is slowly melting into a double chin.

You stand there confused for a moment, before the rush of power fills your brain. You feel like a beast barely contained by his clothes, strong enough to lift any weight in this gym.

"Welcome to Gym Dad's, I'm sure you'll fit right in."

[shadykoalakoala]

Just Mask and Relax

Based on an idea by @magnadefendor. Thanks to for the masked pics, while others were AI-generated just as a visual representation. Hope you enjoy! 💚

A sigh of satisfaction escaped his lips as he saw the beautiful starry night sky. The trip to island paradise had truly been worth every penny. After months of hard work, Drake had paid for a well-deserved, expensive vacation to a private island, and at that moment, he was enjoying the experience. Drake was there, walking on the beach, feeling the sand between his toes, wearing his half-open t-shirt and tight shorts.

The best part wasn't seeing the moon shining with the stars, but seeing the other hot men attracted by his unique beauty. Drake's smile became more mischievous, and he ignored the other men with utter innocence, like a prey seemingly unaware of his predators.

A little in the distance, Drake noticed a green glow behind some large rocks, which were usually victims of ocean currents.

“What could that be?” Drake asked, extremely curious, and like a young explorer, decided to head there.

It didn't take him long to get there. As he descended to the other side of the rocks, he realized there was something buried in the sandy shoreline. Without much effort, he brushed away some of the sand and found a very peculiar object: an ancient green wooden mask with a vertical metal bar and three holes that gave the illusion of an emotionless face.

“What the hell is this thing?” Drake asked, though with more interest than he cared to show. He turned the mask over and noticed a faint green glow flickering from one side to the other.

That glow sparked in him the idea of ​​trying it on. It was so hypnotic, so seductive, that Drake's gaze was lost, focused on the wooden surface. Enthralled, Drake began to bring the mask close to his face and was about to put it on when…

“Hey!” Drake heard, moving the mask away and looking in the direction of the call. It had been a man, apparently about his age, and with an attractiveness that was hard to ignore.

“Hi, man! What's up?” Drake greeted, holding the mask in one of his hands, which he hid behind his back. He didn't know him at all, and yet, perhaps his appearance gave him a feeling of familiarity.

“Couldn't help but notice a hot man like you around here… I was going to get drinks later, you wanna come and get someone with me?”

“Yeah, sure!”

“See ya in an hour! That's okay?”

“Of course!” Drake replied and, with a smile, he walked away, bringing the mask with him because he wanted to figure out what kind of mask it was.

Drake returned to his room, performed his nightly routine, and went to shower so he would look presentable to get drinks with the guy he met. When he got out of the bathroom, the towel wrapped around his waist, he saw the mask lying face down on his bed. As soon as he looked at it, the mask glowed again with that faint green hue, almost as if it were calling to him.

Drake approached the bed and lifted the mask.

“The same glow, what could it be?” he murmured, almost as if in a trance, and immediately brought it to his face. But then…

“Whoa, what the fuck was that?!” he yelled, feeling the mask try to suck his face in, and he pulled the mask away from his face. However, as he normalized his breathing, he realized he liked the sensation, feeling a delicious tingling sensation along his chest and cock.

Then the mask shimmered again.

Drake decided to try it on once and for all. Hopefully, no one would interrupt him. He gripped the mask firmly and placed it over his face.

Immediately, the mask began to suck his face in. Thick tendrils began to grow from the edges of the mask, stretching around Drake's face and covering more and more of his head.

Drake began to moan in disbelief and pain as he reached for his head to try to remove the mask.  He managed to grab part of the edge and began to pull the mask as hard as he could, though the mask resisted, but Drake felt he had a chance to get rid of it.

But then, the mask sprouted more tentacles with which it struck his hands, and Drake had to let it go. It returned with force to his head, taking the opportunity to completely cover it. With the momentum, he fell backward onto his bed, the towel falling from his waist, revealing a huge, semi-hard cock.

Immediately, his moans of discomfort transformed into moans of pleasure, as if the mask's energy was imbuing him and he was letting himself go, because he had no choice. That pleasure felt more and more intense. Drake flexed his arms, and his cock finally hardened.

At that moment, he began to spin in a twister that traveled across the room. The sounds of the gusts were unable to drown out Drake's moans.

The twister took a few seconds to spin before stopping. The figure standing in Drake's place looked like an enhanced version of him, with more tattoos and muscles, though the most important detail was that his head was green, as if covered by a second layer of rubbery skin.

“I'm on fire!!” he exclaimed, ecstatic. “This hot stuff deserves some fun, don't I? Let's go celebrate tonight!”

And, in the blink of an eye, he zoomed out of his room and down to the bar where he was going to meet the man for a drink.

When he arrived, he noticed the place was crowded enough for him to go unnoticed and do his thing. Masked Drake looked around for the man, and as soon as he spotted him, his eyes widened in delight, glancing at the man, who seemed puzzled by this.

Immediately, Masked Drake went up to the man.

“Hello, there! Notice I haven't yet got your name,” he said easily.

The man blinked several times, and, almost as if by magic, his mind clicked, realizing who the green-headed man was.

"It's that… it's that you?! What happened?"

“Oh nothing, sir, I thought I should enhance myself for the occasion, don't you think, Armand?”

That took the man by surprise, as he had never said his name, and his costume had disappeared, revealing his attractive body. Adding to the shock, a few drinks popped out of nowhere next to him.

"So, shall we begin?" Masked Drake asked with a wink, and Armand nodded.

The two men began drinking while chatting, with Masked Drake performing all sorts of shenanigans like stretching or shapeshifting depending on his instant excitement, which amazed and turned on Armand in equal measure.

After an hour and a half, they saw it as appropriate to leave.

"So, Armand, care if you come to my place for the night to Netflix and chill?" Mask Drake asked with a smirk.

"I don't see why not."

And so, Masked Drake spun like a tornado with Armand to his room, ready to have the night of their lives. When they arrived, they were getting ready while Masked Drake was tipping off Armand's clothes.  Then, the green-headed man threw him onto the mattress and stripped, revealing a huge cock that was begging to be serviced.

“Whoa…” Armand said, swallowing hard, still staring at that package. “Never seen one so… gigantic…”

“This may be one of a kind, and so what are we gonna do, baby,” Masked Drake replied, before throwing himself at Armand to make the night unforgettable.

The End.

[shadykoalakoala]

Henry was slumped over his desk, muttering under his breath as he tried to focus on his homework. He had a pile of papers to grade and lesson plans to finish, all due by tomorrow morning. It was already nearly midnight and he was nowhere close to being done. He sighed, feeling the weight of exhaustion settling into his bones.

As he leaned back in his chair, he caught sight of the wooden mask that sat on a shelf beside his desk. It had been in his family for years and he had always been fascinated by it. He remembered his grandfather telling him stories about the mask's history and the strange powers it possessed.

In a moment of spontaneity, Henry made a bold decision. He lifted the mask off of the shelf and held it up to his face. The wood was rough against his skin as he gingerly placed it over his head, feeling it expand and contort itself to fit his features. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, waiting for something to happen.

Suddenly, he felt his body spinning wildly. The room around him blurred together in a green, thunder-like tornado. His screams were muffled and drowned out by the roaring wind and thunder that shook the very foundations of his home.

As suddenly as it started, Henry felt the spinning stop. The gas dissipated around him, revealing an adult sexy hunk type figure. He had a green face that was eerily reminiscent of the mask itself. His hair was slick and black, framing his face in a way that emphasized his strong jawline and sharp cheekbones. His body had changed too, now toned and with bulging muscles. It was like he had become the male stripper he always fantasized about.

Thanks to @greenface94 for this masked pic.

Henry couldn't believe what had happened. He turned and inspected himself in the mirror, admiring his new and better appearance. His body was a masterpiece, a work of art that begged to be worshipped. Lustful red eyes stared back at him, full of promise and a hunger that was all consuming.

He felt something stirring in his groin, something he had never felt before. He suddenly felt a hot rush of desire coursing through him, making him dizzy with the sheer intensity of it. He wondered if it was the mask's doing.

Without hesitation, Henry started moving around the room, using his new cartoonish powers to do all his homework and finish his lesson plans in record time. His new strength and agility made him feel invincible. He jumped from desk to desk, laughing and twirling in delight at his newfound abilities.

But then his eyes landed on something that made him even more excited. He saw a picture of his college best friend, Mike, and he knew that he had to have him.

Henry felt a shiver run down his spine as his heart rate picked up. He was already so horny that he was seeing stars, but now the thought of Mike made him feel almost frantic with desire. He wanted to taste him, to touch him, to make him feel good. He wasn't sure how he was going to do it, but he knew he had to try. So he headed off in the direction of Mike's house. As he walked, he could feel his body literally buzzing with anticipation. He could hardly wait to get there.

As he approached Mike's house, he noticed that the lights were still on. He knew that meant Mike was still awake, and he felt a hot surge of relief wash over him. He knew he had to be careful, as he still had no idea what the mask was capable of, but he couldn't resist the temptation.

He knocked on the door nervously, his heart pounding as Mike answered. Mike looked him up and down, obviously surprised by Henry's sudden and dramatic transformation. But then he smiled, obviously pleased.

"Wow, Henry. You look… different."

Henry just smiled smugly, feeling more confident than he ever had before. He knew that he was irresistible now, that he could have anything he wanted.

And what he wanted was Mike.

Without thinking, he reached out and pulled Mike into a deep, passionate kiss. Mike responded instantaneously, his arms wrapping around Henry's muscled form as he pulled him closer. Henry could feel Mike's hands roaming over his body, exploring every inch as they kissed and moaned together.

It was pure, unbridled ecstasy. They tumbled onto the couch, their bodies writhing together in a combination of lust and desire that was almost too intense to handle. Henry felt himself lose control completely, giving in fully to the pleasure that was coursing through him.

As they came down from their highs, Henry knew that he was a different person now. The mask had changed him in ways he couldn't fully comprehend yet. But for now, he was content to just lie there, letting his mind wander and his body relax into the gentle embrace of Mike's arms. He had a newfound confidence and sense of power that he knew would serve him well in the future. And he was certain that he would find a way to use the mask's powers again, to explore his newfound sexuality in ways he had never thought possible. The possibilities were endless, unlimited… and he was eager to explore every single one of them.

[shadykoalakoala]

Oliver had always been a curious yet reserved man. He loved exploring the dusty corners of his old house, rummaging through old boxes and discovering forgotten artifacts. One day, while exploring the dark recesses of his room, he stumbled upon a strange mask hidden under his bed.

The mask was unlike anything he had ever seen before. Its emotionless expression, old, dark green color and lack of a face grip caught his attention. That's when things took a strange turn. As he picked it up to examine it closer, the mask suddenly jumped into his face, and he felt it slowly start to expand and contort itself. He tried to pull it off, but it was too late. The mask had taken hold.

Oliver screamed as the mask was trying to cover his head and tightening around his skull like a vice. He struggled and fought, trying to pry the mask off, but it was no use. The mask was too powerful, too strong.

As the mask covered his entire head, Oliver felt a strange sensation wash over him. It was as if the mask was becoming a part of him, merging with his very being. He felt himself spinning, the room around him becoming a wild tornado of color and sound.

The thunder outside grew louder and louder, until it was as if the sky itself was splitting apart. Oliver's screams were muffled by the mask, and he struggled to breathe as the tornado continued to rage around him. But then, as suddenly as it had begun, the tornado stopped.

The gas dissipated, revealing an adult hunk figure standing where Oliver had been moments before. He was tall, muscular, with a face that was now a sickly shade of green and lustful red eyes that seemed to twinkle with a strange power.

Thanks to @greenface94 for this masked pic and the tornado gif.

Oliver couldn't help but feel a stirring in his loins. He was turned on by his own reflection, by the way the green seemed to give him a newfound power.

Without thinking, he headed out into the night. The mask had given him a newfound confidence, a freedom he had never felt before. He knew what he wanted, and he wasn't going to let anything stand in his way.

He found himself at a gay bar, surrounded by men of all shapes and sizes. He walked up to the bar, feeling their eyes on him, and ordered a drink. It was like he was a different person, someone bold and daring.

One of the men approached him, and Oliver could feel the lust radiating from him. They started talking, and before he knew it, they were making out in the back room.

Oliver had never felt so alive. The mask had given him a taste of power, of lust, of desire. And he wasn't going to let it go. He spent the night exploring his newfound sexuality, reveling in the pleasure that came with it.

The next morning, Oliver woke up with a strange feeling. The mask was gone. He looked in the mirror, and his face was back to its normal color. He couldn't help but feel a sense of loss, like he had given up something he had only just discovered.

But as he looked around the messy room, the torn clothes, the empty bottles, he knew that he had experienced something incredible. The mask had given him a glimpse into a world of pleasure and desire, and he couldn't wait to explore it again.

From that day on, Oliver knew that he was a different person. He was no longer the innocent man he had once been. He was a man with the power to explore his deepest desires, to fulfill his wildest fantasies. And he was going to do just that, with or without the mask.

[shadykoalakoala]

Family Bonding

Story asked by @electrodudesmith95 and thanks to @greenface94 for the masked pic and others for their help with the writing.

Trigger warning: The story contains depictions of incest and somnophilia that may not suit all readers and in any way is made to promote those things, just to read in fiction and NEVER in real life. Hope you like it. 💚

Things for Brandon hadn't improved much in the past few months after his wife's death. His mood was on the ground, because he missed her a lot, although before the others he showed himself to be strong, as if he had already overcome it. He was already a somewhat older man, with a good job from which, in fact, he was coming from to go to his house on that hot evening.

He remembered with some nostalgia how he had met her in that cafeteria by accident, the recurring dates, her wedding, the nights of passion... Wow! He missed getting his cock into that hot pussy that seemed made especially for him. Brandon lightly caressed the area of ​​his bulge, which had already semi-hardened; since then he had not returned to enjoy the wonders of sexual pleasure, because just jacking off felt insufficient, unsatisfactory.

To add insult to injury, that evening was unusually hot, with a few hours of sweat running down the back of Brandon's neck, his shirt was already soaked and the air conditioning in the car didn't work. At least, Brandon was already close to his house.

But there was someone that Brandon supposed was having a worse time: his son Johnny. Since that moment, Brandon hadn't been able to see a genuine smile on the face of his only son —a son whose physique, especially his face, was more like his wife's than his. He had even heard that his girlfriend had dumped him the day after the funeral and Johnny was devastated. Brandon wanted to cheer him up, for his father's heart ached, and he was willing to do anything to see a smile on that face again.

Given the time, Brandon knew that Johnny was home from an hour of exercise after college. Johnny used to go to the gym and then come home to eat and sleep without bathing. ñBrandon was sick of having to smell his son's body odor.

At the thought of it, however, his penis held his rigidity. In the time he hadn't been sexually active, Brandon's mind was drifting with images of sweaty young men leaving the gym as well. Brandon was bisexual, but he had never explored that side of himself and it made him nervous; all those images of men in their twenties with revealing workout uniforms, like the ones he had seen hours ago, or like his son Johnny…

"No!" Brandon yelled in his mind, one hand firm on the steering wheel. "Don't think about those things about your son, sick!" he mentally chided himself. However, a certain part of his body refused to obey.

He arrived at his house, parked the car and got out of it. He walked to the entrance when he staggered because there was something in the way. Turning around, he found a green wooden mask, with three holes that formed an expressionless face and a metal bar that went from the top to the nose area.

"Why the fuck do people leave their trash in front of our door?!" he burst taking the mask and threw it out of the garden. The mask fell into the curb and was washed into the sewers.

Brandon grabbed the doorknob and entered his house. "Johnny! Johnny!" He called him, but got no answer. Brandon went up to the other floor and stopped at a door, carefully opening it and seeing Johnny in bed sleeping, his dark blond hair disheveled, his torso bare and the sheet covering him up to his navel. Brandon realized that he had cried before going to sleep, but his face was serene, calm, a sight that touched Brandon's heart. But when the scent of Johnny's body odor reached Brandon's nostrils, his face grimaced and he closed the door. Brandon realized that a certain little friend was activated, but he dismissed that thought and went to dinner.

"At least he seems to be getting better," Brandon whispered. He made himself a sandwich and ate it. While washing the dishes, Brandon saw a green glow come out of the sink for a few seconds. He went, he opened the lid of the sink and looked around, although he didn't see anything strange. "Maybe it was my imagination," he thought, letting go of the lid, though he didn't cover the sink again and stretched out his arms as he yawned. "I should take a bath before I sleep," he told himself. But turning around, Brandon heard a sound similar to a screeching or something crawling.

That surprised him, who searched everywhere for the source of that noise until his gaze fell on the sink. "I hope it's nothing bad," he said, slowly approaching the sink and daring to take another look…

*Slap!* Suddenly tentacles came out of the hole and clung tightly to his face.

"What the…?!" Brandon could barely scream, whose arms were trying to brush away whatever was attacking him. He jerked back to see if that would work, but the tentacles were getting longer and before long the ends of it were grabbing onto his ears and Brandon was screaming in despair. "Johnny! Help!" but Johnny was snoring.

Suddenly, whatever was pulling on Brandon came loose and a rubbery wooden object came out of the hole in the sink. Brandon only got one look at those three holes before he slammed into his face and fell to the ground grunting. It was the mask, which had slipped through the pipes, because although it appeared to be a simple and inanimate object, it did whatever it took to trap its victim. Brandon fell among the things in the kitchen as the mask clung more to his face.

He did his best to stop it, but the mask wouldn't give up. He groaned and groaned, but something in his body seemed to enjoy it. Noticing that his penis was hardened, he weakened his strength and the mask managed to cover his entire head. All Brandon could do was rip the wood off the mask, but it only fit his facial features.

Then, his body began to spin in a tornado whose gas filled the kitchen and blocked the view. As the gas cleared, a bald man with a green head and glowing red eyes in a suit similar to the one he was wearing.

"I'm on fire!" yelled Brandon masked. Any trace of shame or nerves had vanished, being replaced by joy and the desire to enjoy all the pleasures that life could offer. The sound of snoring caught his attention and a lightbulb went on over his head. "How good of a parent would I be if I didn't try to cheer my son up?"

Moving like a shot, Brandon made it to Johnny's room and saw him sleeping; the sheet covered him even less, when the edge of his underwear was visible, the heat of the moment made sleeping Johnny sweat more and his body odor had reached Brandon's nostrils.

"Isn't this wr…?" he almost thought to himself, but a smile invaded his face. "Screw it! Who cares?! He's so tempting… But first I have to dress for the occasion."

He spun into a tornado and came to a stop, Brandon appeared in a latex Spiderman suit. He reached over to his son's bulge and snapped off her underwear, revealing a semi-hard cock.

"Wow! I didn't know it was this big! I'm so proud of you, son, sure you're making great progress at the gym" Brandon said. "Well, Johnny, let daddy give you a special gift," he said and inserted his son's penis into his mouth and tasted it.

His son's face reddened and a slight smile crossed his face. It seemed like he was having an erotic dream, a wet dream, from the way soft moans came from his mouth and his body moved in slight spasms as Brandon played with his genitals and moved up and down, increasing his speed with excitement, heightening the pleasure the young adult felt in his sleep as Brandon caressed Johnny's chest with his huge, strong arms.

Johnny felt in heaven, it was more than just pleasure running through his body. He opened his eyes for a moment and was surprised to see a green faced man sucking his cock, and a quick glance at those features made him think that it was his father. This was wrong, it was wrong on so many levels, but he was doing it so well, it felt so good, so good that he didn't care, he wanted more, so much more… Seconds he moaned loudly clinging to the sheets when without warning he cummed, throwing a lot of his cum, filling his father's mouth and smearing his face.

Brandon, ecstatic, swallowed the seed delighted and reached out with his tongue to lick and swallow the one on his face. "Wow, I didn't expect a thank you this big!" he commented.

"D-d-dad?!" Johnny yelled, regaining his sanity and quickly shrank back, covering himself with the sheet. "How could we do this?! Why are you dressed like that?! And what happened to your head?!"

"This?" Brandon asked, stroking his own head. "Do you like it? I'm a superhero and I've come to save you from your grief!" he replied with a smile and flexed his muscles. An almost colorless gas arose from them and from his entire body, with a greenish touch, which little by little filled the room.

Johnny felt a little disgusted at first, not because of the act—he enjoyed it— but because he did enjoy it, but when the gas reached him, the gorgeous figure in front of him felt more attractive as he flexed his muscles with a smile. Johnny, as if hypnotized, approached Brandon and praised his muscles, kissing them heartily.

Afterwards, Brandon used his powers so they could both enjoy their undue pleasure all night long between acts that can be left to the reader's imagination. The next day, they were both sleeping in bed together and the mask was nowhere to be found. Who knows how they'll both be after that, but chances are their sorrow has eased a bit.

[shadykoalakoala]

Masked Anniversary Live

Thanks to @greenface94 for the masked pic.

As the sun went down, with the last of its rays illuminating Chris's white skin with a golden hue, a sigh escaped from his pink and somewhat meaty lips while a couple of beads of sweat ran down the nape of his neck from his blonde hair. Sighing, he brought the microphone closer. He tapped the table with his fingers as he kept his eyes narrowed, fixed on the screen. With his other hand he moved the computer mouse slowly and precisely, as if the slightest mistake would cause a catastrophe.

"And… done!" he exclaimed when he finished, he sighed and wiped the sweat with a blue towel that rested on his lap. He looked down at the ground for an instant, for near his feet was a box, which he did not wish to damage. When he was sure nothing had happened to it, he turned to the screen. "I think it turned out very well, what do you think?" he asked.

Chris was in the middle of his usual stream as an influencer and nsfw artist when he set out to do a drawing. That day was his anniversary, and Chris had planned to give his husband a comic of their best moments that he had been drawing for weeks, and it was at that moment that he finished the last details. Both he and his audience had a drawing of Chris and his husband, Mark, embracing and kissing on the screen, with the phrase "Happy Anniversary" accompanied by flowers.

Users, all adults, congratulated Chris or gave positive comments regarding his work; Chris thanked blushing while he read the messages in the chat and talked. Then he turned on the printer to print the comic pages.

"I would have liked to accompany it with something more romantic, you know?" Chris began to speak as the pages turned up. "We've been around for a few years and it's been good, but I feel like… something is missing…don't get me wrong! We love each other very much, I just want to feel that warmth of your closeness… I'd like to show you, let you see how we are more or less, but it won't be possible..."

Chris was reading people's messages showing their point of view or asking questions about his life as a couple that Chris answered. He realized the time when the printer finished its job, so he warned that they would be the last messages he would read and respond to while preparing the comic. Almost instantly a particular message came up that caught his attention.

Anonym0506: Did you get the gift I sent you? It'll for sure be useful for you when you're together.

"Wow, Anonym0506, was that you?" he asked in astonishment as he pulled the box under the table. "Thank you so much for taking the time to send me something, let's open it up!" Almost with the enthusiasm of a boy, he tore open the box, sorted through and undid the wrappings until he found the object: a curious mask.

"Whoa…" Chris murmured. He wasn't that surprised, he really expected something more impressive, but he didn't want to seem ungrateful either, so he did his best to sound honest. "A nice wooden mask." Chris moved the mask closer to the camera so the audience could see it. "I've never seen anything like it, do I look original?" he asked, aligning the mask with his head. From behind the material looked attractive, well preserved despite the years. Little by little, Chris brought it closer to his face until, just inches from his skin, Chris felt the mask, inert, inanimate, sucking in his skin. Due to the shock, Chris immediately pushed the mask away, his eyes were wide and his breathing was ragged, as if he had just run a marathon.

"What the hell, Anonym… What kind of item did you bring me?! Do you want to kill me?!" he asked, almost hysterical, leaving the mask on the desk. "He sucked my face out of nowhere!" he exclaimed as he calmed his breathing. People were freaking out, some thinking he was playing and others taking it seriously. Thinking about it though, Chris realized that it wasn't just his face that had fallen victim to the mask. "How…? Why?" he wondered as he ran a hand over his bulge, slightly stiffened. At that moment, he read the message from Anonym0506:

This is how it works, Chris, you have to let it happen, and please stand back a bit, so we can get a full, good look at you. You're gonna love it. 🔥

Chris hesitated for a moment. The sun was on the horizon, the sky was tinged with purple and Chris's skin looked more natural, with the same amount of sweat running down his body. His blue eyes fixed on his mask, which emitted a subtle glow, as if it were calling out to him.

Chris was conflicted. He decided to take pages and staple them together, although his eyes never stopped looking at the inner side of the mask, which from time to time emitted that greenish glow. There was something strange, like a magical touch that invited adventure, on the verge of living new and exciting experiences, but at the same time the fear of the unknown, of making the wrong decision and falling into the clutches of darkness. Despite that, he sighed and chose to trust his subscriber. He finished with the comic and put it aside.

"Okay, people, I'll try it on. If something bad happens… I loved you all (and you know who to blame, hehe), and treat my husband well…". With his manly hands Chris took the mask and took one last look at it. It had emitted that glow again, but unlike the other times, the glow was reflected in his skin and in his blue eyes, which were tinted with luminous green for a very brief moment that went unnoticed by almost everyone. Chris sighed and placed it on his face.

Contact with his skin activated the mask, and it pressed its edges against the contour of his face as it leapt and sucked at his face, moving, changing its texture, adjusting its orifices before colliding with his face again. Chris screamed and tried to remove it, it had been a mistake! He placed his fingers on the edge of it to see if he could peel the mask off of himself. He couldn't help but moan, the mask moving from side to side, forcing Chris's head to spin from side to side as well. His attempts were in vain, the mask conquered more and more ground than the skin of his head. Green bolts shot out of the mask and moved across his body, and Chris's moans grew higher. Chris tried to get up, but he couldn't, as if his butt was glued to the seat. He took hold of the mask once more and he began to pull on it. The mask was moving away from him, but it was still clinging tightly to his head with its tentacles on the edges of it. As Chris's strength faltered, the mask collided hard with his face.

"Fuck… Ah… Aaah… Mphmfph…." It was what could come out of his lips. He couldn't ask for help, though… Did he want help? It was starting to feel so good, he felt like an idiot for wanting to take it off in the first place. He didn't know if it was the mask, but his hands moved to his shirt, he undid the top buttons, revealing his pecs to the public, and massaged his nipples. Lacking any opposition or any form of resistance, it reached out to cover his entire head, merging into the back of Chris's head. The holes in the mask had become an extension of his features, and Chris gave another cry of pleasure.

His hands moved all over his own body, especially his hardened bulge from which pre-cum dripped. He moaned and moaned like an animal in heat. He even took off his shirt completely, exposing his hunky body.

"Fuck… Mark… Mark… Holy God!!" He was yelling while he rubbed and rubbed. Users commented excitedly on posts showing how horny they were because of the show, especially when Chris brought his covered head up to the camera. Anonym0506 was ecstatic, like a dream come true. Chris didn't care, he didn't pay attention to them, only the pleasure that the mask imbued on him was what occupied his mind and body, but before he could cum, his body along with the chair began to spin in a green tornado for the whole room. The users were impressed and dazzled, expectant of what would happen.

Mark closed the door of the house. He stood with his shoulders slumped and a defeated face as he carried a pink and brown box that he carried carefully. Not seeing his husband around, Mark assumed that he was in his study and headed there. As he got closer, the sound of strong gusts of wind became more and more audible to his ears. Curious and surprised, Mark reached the door, as he could, he held the box with one of his hands and opened the door, just to see how a tornado spin until it stopped in an instant in front of the screen, revealing a portentous and imposing figure, bare chested, openly displaying those gigantic bodybuilder muscles, worthy of worshiping, and a green face that was on top of his head like a second skin that was fused together. That attractive body and that sexy face that stared at him and gave him a smile that caused Mark to stain his pants with pre-cum as soon as he saw it.

"I'm burning hot, baby!" the figure yelled, and that low, sensual voice made Mark tremble and begin to drool, he was petrified by what he saw. Mark.exe had stopped working with that tremendous input.

"C-chris?" he stammered, doing his best to stay on his feet and hold onto the box he was carrying. "H-happy anniversary… I-I brought you your f-f-favourite…dessert."

"Did the mouse get your tongue, honey?!" said Masked Chris pulling Mark into his huge arms in an instant (the box flew out of Mark's arms, but magically landed gracefully and unscathed on the desk, right next to the comic) and placed it on his own lap; Mark could feel the huge bulge brushing against his legs and cheeks.

Chris pressed his lips to Mark's, kissing him hard, passionately, as if Chris needed it as much as breathing, while he linked Mark's body with his arms. Mark responded blindly, his mind clouded by the delicious sensations that ran through his body. The chair was moved to a position in which the camera could capture the scene, the sensual, passionate, wild kisses being the center of its focus.

In a fit of pleasure, Chris smiled and ripped Mark's shirt, at which point Mark realized that his kissing scene was being streamed. As if a bucket of cold water had been dropped on him, he groaned in shock and hid in Chris's body, his movement causing the chair to spin around and Chris's back was facing the camera.

"What's wrong, honey?! You weren't liking it? How about we improve the atmosphere?!"

Chris took the pieces of Mark's shirt and passed them around the room as if it were the frame of a screen, and instantly scented candles accompanied the light from the lamps, as well as some flowers and romantic decorations.

"So… better?" he asked with his bright smile.

"Y-yes, but…" Mark pointed to the computer screen. Chris's smile widened.

"My friends here pay me to entertain them with my talent," Chris said, turning the chair around again, which was extended to the size of a piece of furniture and reduced the back, although it kept its wheels and its texture. "Why don't we give them the show they deserve, my dear?"

Chris continued to kiss Mark, clutching his body to his own with his huge arms before ripping off Mark's pants, laying him on the seat, and laying on top of him.

The sight of his husband under him made Chris's heart nearly jump out of his chest. His tongue extended and he went to Mark's penis and gave it a blowjob. Mark moaned and moaned as his hands stroked Chris's hair. Before Mark could cum, Chris went to kiss him. Then Chris took off his owm pants, and Mark was able to admire his grown cock, Chris licking his lips in anticipation.

"It's b-bigger than usual… Do you think I c-can handle it?" Mark asked, intimidated by the size.

"Do what you can for me, okay?" Masked Chris replied with a smile that beamed.

Mark, hypnotized by his beauty and his love, moved to adopt a more comfortable position and thus take the glans. Chris placed his hands tenderly on Mark's head to guide his movements. He didn't know if it was because of the mask's powers, but Mark didn't find it uncomfortable to have the penis despite its size, so he sucked without a problem. The public only saw Mark covering Chris's penis while he moaned and changed his gestures to show how much pleasure he felt; the comments went wild, and donation messages popped up from time to time. Minutes later, Chris removed Mark from his penis and kissed him before laying him down again and inserting his cock, so Chris could see Mark's face while thrusting.

The couple moaned together, their hands entwined and from time to time Chris leaned in and they both kissed. Sweat broke out on their bodies and their body odors mixed with that of scented candles and the aroma of dessert. Along with their voices, the room screeched with the sound of the chair at Chris's movements. They were close, almost...

"Fuck… Chris… Almost there…" Mark moaned, admiring his masked husband.

"Just a little more… A-agh… F…Fuck!!"

Chris pulled his penis out of Mark, and they both cummed with such intensity that the chair went backwards and collided with the wall. Upon impact, the mask flew off Chris's head and landed on the desk, on the keyboard, ending the transmission. Chris, with his normal appearance and his normal body, was on top of Mark's body, spurts of their semen between them.

"That was… amazing" Mark gasped… "What was that?"

Without bothering to move his body, Chris and Mark talked about what had happened; Chris explained about the mask as he finished his gift. He looked at the screen and realized that the transmission had closed. After resting and cleaning up, the couple continued with their plans, enjoying dessert as they relived their best moments together with the comic. Later, both of them were cuddling in bed, ready to sleep.

"You know, maybe tomorrow you could try it yourself, what do you think?" Chris suggested upon seeing the mask.

"Okay, we'll see tomorrow." They kissed before going to sleep.

-End-

[shadykoalakoala]

Masked Zoo - Version A: Hero Zookeeper

Thanks to @greenface94 for the masked pic.

Things at the zoo were very peaceful, and for Braxton it was very rewarding work. He did not know if it was the joy of the children and adults when they visited, marveling at seeing the animals in the place or the mere fact of caring, protecting and learning from other forms of life, but Braxton could not complain about how his life was going in those moments regarding his work.

Sunset painted the sky an orange-purple gradient as Braxton weather left a small pile of plant foods on the last plate. He was in the moose enclosure for the sake of providing food for them and finishing his shift for the day. There were few visitors, since it was almost closing time. The zoo has been more crowded than usual and Braxton had had to lead most of the tours and expeditions all day, so he wanted a well-deserved rest at the end of the day. He loved animals, but he also cared for himself.

He was walking out of the enclosure watching with some tenderness as the younger moose approached their plates and ate when he tripped over something and fell to the ground. One of the moose, noticing him, closed the distance between itself and Braxton.

"Don't worry, I'm fine, little buddy…" Braxton said, rubbing the animal's head. He got up and saw what he had stumbled upon: a mask.

"What? How did this get here?" he wondered while taking it, because he did not remember having seen such an object, perhaps in a movie.

Braxton put the mask in the bag he was carrying and left the enclosure in the direction of his office to collect his things. He was passing near the enclosure by the lions when he saw something that terrified him: a stout man with a dirty face and covered in a dense coat suddenly grabbed a relatively young person and held him while revealing to be armed with explosives. and other weapons. In a blink, the man activated a button and the nearby wall exploded; Braxton was thrown backwards, and the stones of the wall fell close around him, scratching him. The mask had flown out of his bag and landed on his face.

It was as if he had come to life. In an instant and to the sounds of wood being stretched, the mask expanded around his head. Both the man with the weapons and the hostage and the other witnesses saw greenish smoke rising from the pile of rubble. Suddenly, the debris shot out towards the wall from where they had come and reformed as if nothing had happened. From where they had fallen a green tornado the size of a huge person appeared that seemed to be the source of the smoke; the tornado stopped and a corpulent being with a green face was there.

Braxton didn't know what was happening. The feeling of great power coursing through his veins and increasing his body was a nice, pleasurable sensation, as if he was able to do whatever he wanted with just the blink of an eye. He flexed his arms and a smile curved his lips. It was like he was some kind of god!

"Darn it, I'm so hot!" he exclaimed, feeling his deep, masculine voice vibrate through his enhanced vocal chords.

He looked around and instantly he noticed the man, shocked by what he was seeing to the point where he loosened his grip on him. The hostage was going to take the opportunity to escape, but the thug noticed in time and held him tighter, one of his hands about to press another button that seemed to be connected to a bomb near them both.

"It's not good for animals to play so close to people!" he said and in a flash he suddenly appeared behind the man as if he had always been there. Braxton took the control and the bomb from him; he swallowed the bomb and pushed the button: the bomb exploded inside his stomach, which expanded accompanied by a loud sound. Braxton belched next to the man, expelling black smoke.

"Ugh! A bit spicy for my taste…" he commented.

The man released the hostage, who was led away from the scene by Braxton.

"Look at the time it is!" Braxton said, pulling out a watch and showing it to the man. The cover of the clock opened and a boxing glove flew out and struck the man, sending him flying into the lions' den. "It's time for you to go home with your little friends, they are happy to see you!"

The growl of several lions disturbed the man. Just as one of the lions jumped at him, Braxton pulled out a sign that had "CENSORED" written on it and covered up the scene. Only cries of despair and roars of lions could be heard. A few seconds later, Braxton removed the cake, and the man, while still alive, had severe scratches all over his body.

"I would have left you for their dinner, but they already had it so...," Braxton said, taking the man's body and stretching and bending it as if he were flexible until it was a ball the size of a volleyball. "This will teach you not to harm anyone!" Braxton turned one of his arms at high speeds and with it hit the ball, which went flying through the skies, with an uncertain destination. Then, Braxton twisted in a tornado through the place, and wherever he passed he was restored. The tornado stopped in front of who had been held hostage, who was drinking water to relax.

"Everything alright, pal?"

"Y-yes… th-thank you" he muttered.

"Okay… if you'll excuse me, this gentleman has to go" And he shot off in a flurry, taking his things and running out of the zoo, leaving the remaining people to question what had happened.

Hi, how are you all? Hope you like the story. I'll appreciate if you leave comments about what you like about my stories. Stay well and until next time!! 💚

[shadykoalakoala]

Amends

Thanks to @greenface94 for the masked pics and @electrodudesmith95, who suggested me the idea. The story, by the way, was partially done with AI

It was a cloudy night in the city, where two figures stood facing each other in the living room of their cozy apartment. They were Daniel and Alex, a cute and hot longtime gay couple. It had started as small derogatory comments, but it escalated and, without realizing it, they were incapable of disagreeing and what was once a harmonious relationship had now turned into a tempestuous argument, filled with tears and shattered emotions.

"It's always the same with you, Alex! How could you do that?" Daniel's voice trembled with anger, his eyes glistening with tears.

Alex, his face etched with tears, responded, "Oh, yeah? You talk as if you were perfect and never done anything wrong, right?!."

The words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of their wounded love. The silence stretched between them, each one grappling with their emotions. Tears rolled down their faces, their hearts consumed by anger, their love seemingly on the verge of collapse

Unable to bear the pain any longer, Alex stormed out of the apartment, his heart pounding in his chest. He got into his car, tears streaming down his face, and sped away into the night, consumed by anger and hurt.

As Alex drove aimlessly through the rain-soaked streets, his mind was clouded with conflicting thoughts and emotions, his tears refusing to cease. The car felt suffocating, each breath a painful reminder of the fight that had torn them apart. Thoughts regarding his life and his relationship with Daniel, the moments they spent together, how they met until what they were now; Alex wondered what had happened, what destroyed what had started out so beautiful. "Perhaps..." he began to think. "... we should break up" he concluded and his heart sank. In the midst of his despair, a glimmer caught his eye from the passenger seat. It came from a wooden mask.

Curiosity piqued, Alex wiped away his tears and reached out to find a wooden mask nestled among the clutter. Alex didn't know what it was or how it got there. However, his sight landed on its seductive, green hues glow, beckoning him closer, making him forget any pain he felt at that moment. With shaky hands, he picked it up, his tears momentarily forgotten. As soon as his fingers touched the mask's surface, a surge of energy rippled through him, leaving him mesmerized by its enigmatic charm.

Intrigued yet cautious, Alex brought the wooden mask toward his face, almost instinctively drawn to its allure. As he gently placed it upon his head, the world around him seemed to fade away, leaving only the mask and its enchantment.

A surge of energy coursed through Alex, intensifying with each passing second. The once static wooden mask began expanding and contorting itself, effortlessly conforming to the contours of his face. The mask tightened around his face, the wooden tendrils snaking over his skin, and an electric surge coursed through his body. He struggled as his body contorting and writhing as the mask took hold of him.

The process was both terrifying and riveting. Alex could feel the mask's movements like a living entity, tightening and closing around his head. Panic overwhelmed him, and he screamed for help as his body thrashed within the confines of the car. The vehicle swayed violently, as if caught in an otherworldly storm.

While Alex's struggles were fervent, the mask's power was insurmountable. The whirlwind of sensations enveloped him, and to his surprise, his resistance waned. As if surrendering to a force beyond comprehension, he succumbed to the magic pulsating through him. Inside the car, chaos reigned as Alex's body spun like a tornado, the vehicle shaking violently with each twist and turn. The mask seemed to possess a life of its own, infusing him with its maniacal energy.

And then, with a final surge of power, the transformation was complete. Alex's face was now a vibrant shade of green, his features cartoonishly sexified and his body was way buffer than before. He stared at his reflection, awe and desire etched on his features. The lustful gleam in his ruby eyes was matched only by the newfound physical allure that accompanied the mask's embrace. He admired his new appearance, a serious yet mischievous smile spreading across his face.

"It's time to put things in their place!!" he exclaimed. The car magically changed direction. "Daniel, dear, here... I... COME!!" he pressed the pedal and the car sped forward, leaving marks on the pavement.

Daniel was going through the mess, cleaning up the mess. His eyes were red from crying and his breathing was ragged. When he finished cleaning he heard the doorbell ring. A bit of relief and excitement washed over him and he ran to the door, only to open it to find a box under the threshold.

"Who the hell leaves a box at this time?" He asked irritably. He took the box and closed the door. "It's something heavy," he thought and took it to the living room. In that, the box began to vibrate and Daniel, scared and without knowing what it was, left it quickly on the floor.

The box exploded and a greenish whirlwind arose from inside, perplexing Daniel. Little by little the whirlwind slowed until it came to a complete stop, revealing a figure with a green face and glowing red eyes, who was watching Daniel with desire and energy.

"Surprise baby!" the figure yelled, flexing its arms and staring at Daniel with a smile. Daniel, startled by the commotion, turned to face him, his eyes widening at the sight of Alex's transformed appearance.

"Alex? What happened to you?" Daniel stammered, his voice filled with a mix of awe and concern.

Alex, still basking in the mask's power, approached Daniel's with a mischievous grin. He gently ran his green-tinted fingers along Daniel's cheek, sending shivers down his spine.

"Daniel, my love, I may look different, but it's still me," Alex said, his voice husky and filled with desire and excitement. "I've come to show you how much you mean to me, so let's get our fun, shall we?"

Using the mask's cartoonish abilities, masked Alex created an atmosphere charged with sensuality and longing. Soft music played in the background as the apartment transformed into a haven of romance, with flickering candlelight and rose petals scattered across the floor. He took Daniel's hand in his own and led him to a magically conjured bed, adorned with satin sheets and fluffy pillows. Their eyes locked in a passionate gaze, filled with desire and a longing to reconnect. Alex tore apart his own singlet and Daniel's clothes in no time and overwhelmed by the intensity of their emotions, they went to the bed and sank into each other's arms, their lips meeting in a fiery kiss and their cocks frotting against each other, hardening and getting bigger, even though the difference were noticeable. The room filled with a warm glow as their bodies intertwined, exploring the depths of their love and desire.

As the night wore on, Daniel and Alex indulged in a dance of passion and intimacy, their bodies moving in sync to a symphony of pleasure. Their love, once on the brink of destruction, was reignited with a fervor that surpassed anything they had ever experienced.

Then, Alex removed the mask, his face and his body returning to their normal state. He looked at Daniel, his eyes brimming with affection, and whispered, "I love you, Daniel. I'm so sorry for everything."

Tears streamed down Daniel's face as he threw himself into Alex's arms, the weight of their argument lifted from their shoulders. In that moment, they knew that their love was stronger than any storm that came their way.

And with those words, they drifted into a peaceful slumber, their hearts forever bound.

[shadykoalakoala]

That was not the plan!

A couple was walking around the street late at night. The trees moved in the direction of the wind and the sound of crickets spread around. The man, Charles, was tall, with brown hair, and wore a gray t-shirt under a dark blue coat, the same color as his pants; she, Jessica, was a little shorter, blonde, with noticeable curves and wearing black clothes. Both walked in sync, although separated, while carrying a few shopping bags. When a gust of wind crossed Jessica's skin, she shuddered and decided to wrap her arm around Charles's and thus feel his warmth. She looked at him, but his face didn't change in the least. She sighed, separated from him and they both continued on their way until they reached her house.

Upon arrival, they put the purchases away in silence and, without saying a word, went to sleep in the same bed. She had taken the opportunity to pass her hand over his bulge; however, he pushed her away and changed his position.

Jessica sighed in defeat, questioning the nature of their relationship. Charles was the sexiest man she'd ever met and she supposed he had a lot of potential, but in the time they'd been together they'd only done it twice, times that weren't satisfying at all. And it wasn't that she only looked at the physical aspect, it was just that she tried to find good points in him.

Because, if she came to think of it, Charles was more like a best friend than a boyfriend. He supported her, she could count on him for any situation, tell him her problems… but when it came to her romantic behavior, he was insensitive: if he kissed her, it was only on her cheek and he was uncomfortable with her hugs.

She had asked him if he didn't love her or didn't find her attractive, and he had replied that he did. In fact, when she confessed to him he replied he was bisexual with a male preference, but he'll be glad to be with her. "If he was bisexual… why is he doing this to me then? Is he lying?" she thought, and with that thought, she fell asleep.

At sunset the next day she was walking calmly down the street. She felt more relaxed, since her days off started tomorrow and she wouldn't have to return to work for about a month. However, she didn't feel like going back home, where Charles was sure to be, so she turned away from it. She didn't know how, but she ended up at a garage sale.

There were a few people around various tables with boxes containing peculiar objects. From demonic and animal shaped lamps to terrifying paintings, Jessica was a bit nervous about these products; she was almost leaving when her gaze fell on an object hidden among some clothes. She came closer, took off his clothes and could see it: a mask.

"Wow…" Jessica whispered as she took it, feeling the cool wood in her hands. She didn't know why, but something about that wooden, emotionless mask was striking. Her hands moved on their own, the mask was slowly going to her face.

"Oh, I see she was interested in the mask," exclaimed an older lady. Jessica, hearing her, snapped back to reality and freaked out, pulling the mask away from her face.

"E-excuse me… The mask, you say?" Jessica asked, turning around to look at the lady.

"It has uncertain origins, some say it comes from Loki, the god of chaos in Norse mythology… What matters is that it has the power to fulfill the deep desires of whoever uses it, although it usually works at night" commented the lady with a halo of mystery, as if he were telling an urban legend.

A spark of hope lit Jessica's eyes, which lowered to her mask. Fulfill deep desires? Finally she could solve her situation with Charles! She could wear her mask to make him attracted to her! She could also accomplish other goals like…!

"And it also serves as an unusual and pretty piece of decoration" added the lady followed by a giggle. "Are you interested?"

Jessica without hesitation bought the mask and left the sale. Since she thought about it with a cool head, surely that story was just that, a story. Things like magic were mere fantasies. But she didn't explain why she felt the need to buy it.

"Desperation" she murmured, reaching the doorstep of her house. She saw the mask as she opened it. "The lady is right, you serve as a good decoration object."

Jessica entered the house and went to her room, where she found Charles sleeping. Jessica undressed and went into the shower. It wasn't until she closed the bathroom door that she realized that she had been carrying the mask with her all this time. She left it on the sink and bathed. The water running over her body had a relaxing effect on her. She got out of the shower and dried herself in front of the mirror, where her mask rested, her omens directed at her eyes. Jessica wrapped the towel around her breasts and took the mask from her. As he did so, a glow ran across the mask from one side to the other.

That same glow was reflected in her eyes. She wanted to…, no, she must wear it. She brought the mask to her face and left it on. She looked at herself in the mirror, her mask on her face. Jessica, for an instant, thought she was an idiot for taking that story as trustworthy, until she felt a slide around her cheeks.

"That…?" she murmured to herself and felt her head bob from side to side as she was touched by a bunch of rubbery wooden tendrils. Fixing her gaze in the mirror, she became aware of her: the mask was expanding across her head.

She had no chance to react. The mask had covered her head in a matter of seconds. As much as she tried to push the mask away from her, to peel the wood from her skin, the mask kept moving over her head, the wood almost glued to her, as if it were molding itself to her cranial shape, to her facial features, to her essence...

A strange feeling ran through her body, as if she had swallowed a cold liquid accompanied by an electric spark. She gasped and moaned, and was surprised that her voice sounded deeper, way much deeper than it had been before.

"No, it can't be…" she gasped, and her voice sounded more… masculine? She caught the edge of the mask with her chin and tried to pull, but as she did, she groaned in pain, for it was as if she were pulling on her own skin, and she was forced to give in. A pain ran through her back, so she grabbed the sink to keep from falling. She felt the inside of her creaking and stretching.

"Ah~" she yelled and looked at herself in the mirror again. Her back had grown somewhat broader and her arms stronger than hers.

Afterwards, a tingling manifested itself on her tits, and with each moan that came from Jessica, she felt her breasts harden. She felt another tickle on her clitoris, and what before was pain turned into pleasure, as it grew bigger and bigger.

Suddenly, she felt a jerk to the left and then to the right, and her body began to spin in a violent whirlwind that jumped around the bathroom, causing noises that woke Charles up.

Charles pulled off the sheets with some irritation and walked to the bathroom door.

"Jessica, please! Can't you see I'm slee... ping?!" he said as he opened the bathroom door, until he noticed the figure there present, which was content to admire himself.

"Jessica?" Charles asked, swallowing hard at the sight.

The figure put down his cell phone and turned to him. Charles blushed intensely when noticing his well-worked body and especially his green face.

"Jessica's no more, Charlie babe" said the one with the green face giving him a penetrating look with his blood red eyes. He moved quickly and in an instant Charles found himself on the bed, naked, and the masked man on top of him, giving him tremendous kisses that Charles couldn't (and didn't want to) oppose. They kissed intensely over and over again, their saliva falling on Charlie's chest. "The name's now Jared!" he added, licking his lips.

Jared moved away sitting on Charles so that both members were in continuous contact.

"You've always been so cold and aloof towards me when it comes to loving me, and now look at yourself so eager when I look like this!" He charged at him as he moved again, placing his ass on top of Charles's cock. "You'll see, I'm going to make you pay for all that!" he yelled and, without letting Charles reply, thrust Charles's cock into his ass. He started to mount it, moving up and down quickly.

Charles felt in heaven, in glory, as if an explosion of pleasures were mixed in a single point. Jared was moaning like never before grabbing Charles' pecs, kissing him and taking advantage of him in every way to pleasure himself as he continued to ride him. It didn't take long for both of them to come, Jardín spilling his cum all over Charles's face.

"That… that was amazing…" he said, brushing some of the cum off his face and closing his eyes, but Jared kissed him and opened them. "What happened?"

"Didn't I tell you that you would pay for everything? This was just the first round, honey… I'm not satisfied, the night is long." Jared exclaimed, spreading Charles's legs, aligning his own cock with Charles's hole. "And now it's my turn to give…"

Hope you like the story! If you have any male mask idea you can share it. See ya! 💚

[shadykoalakoala]

Masked Zoo - Version B: A zoo tale

Thanks to @otimask for the masked drawing.

It lay there in the enclosure, among the grass and brush near the lake, as if it had appeared out of nowhere. It had probably fallen from the heavens, although it was impossible to know its exact origin, the mask was just there, camouflaged with the green of the grass and the dim light of the almost sunset. It was just a mask, an object so apparently simple that it couldn't cause anything strange, right?

A growl could be heard followed by the sound of the water being removed. On the coast, a crocodile had emerged from the water to receive the last rays of the sun to manage its own temperature. He had moved a few meters from the shore, near the area with grass; he was just there, still. Suddenly, he noticed a light that came behind small bushes. He was unable to distinguish whether it was the smell of food or a threat that should be separated, but he quickly approached the origin of the light. However, being there, he noticed how something hit his face.

It was the mask, which had taken advantage of his approach to jump to his head.

It had not taken long, the crocodile had no way to free itself from its grip and was wrapped in a tornado of its size that revolved around the shore, with its grunts being drowned by the gusts of wind caused by its turn. The tornado stopped, and the crocodile before was there, although with different details... His eyes were red, and the area of his head was a bright green mask. He seemed to feel happy, he seemed to be happy.

His vision was increased, his eyes looked everywhere; his tongue stretched out as if by magic towards a bunch of insects that were flying towards a garbage can, she caught them and immediately swallowed them. Then he readied his legs and took off running all over the compound, even running on the water. It seemed like a way to feel freedom while in confinement. He thought, somehow, of what was beyond the walls of his enclosure, since he had grown up in the zoo, and he ran to the wall. However, something in his new powers didn't agree completely with that, so when he reached it, he collided painfully, and whatever had caused the greening on his head tore loose from him and flew away. The crocodile almost passed out, confused, with stars spinning around him while his body was there.

His mask had gone flying and landed in an enclosure far away from where he was, where a peculiar scene was taking place between a trio of chimpanzees, two males and one female. The female was undecided, but she seemed to favor the taller and stronger one, and they both backed away from the third, thin little chimpanzee.

He sadly kept his head down until he came across the mask, which despite his expressionless face, with those holes, seemed to have been a witness. The chimpanzee turned it over curiously, and the mask gave off a glow. The chimpanzee brought his face closer and the mask jumped onto his face. It was more subtle than the first time: the mask encircled his head, conforming to his features, changing color and texture to become a second skin. The chimpanzee, smiling and feeling a renewed confidence, accompanied his new appearance with a hat, though how he knew it existed was doubtful.

The chimpanzee extended his arms and reached for the couple, with other chimpanzees around them. Immediately, from his hat emerged a small jar of ice cream with fruits and flowers that looked appetizing, which he placed near her, who ate it eagerly. Seeing the chimpanzee with new eyes (especially since he had grown stronger, since the masked chimpanzee was posing), she tried to approach him, but he pushed her away, moving her out of the way, heading instead for the tall chimpanzee for the sake of doing "dirty things" with him. The female, offended, took a branch and stuck it behind his head. Strangely, that was enough for the mask to come off his face and fly away. The little chimpanzee stayed there, confused, although the bigger one would take away his doubts and make him feel other things...

The mask went flying through the air. If it weren't for the fact that it was an animated object, anyone could say that it was analyzing the rooms that could be seen from that height, as if it were planning where to fall. The mask "noticed" a person, a zookeeper, walking by, so it headed towards him. However, a pigeon flew past, and its trajectory was modified, landing in the tiger enclosure, specifically on an unnoticed tiger that was sleeping peacefully away from the others. The mask woke him up and the tiger roared, but he couldn't do anything, the mask had covered his head.

Braxton had had a tough but fun day. He had been leading many visits to the zoo, so he felt very tired. He had his things in a backpack on his side and was walking towards the door, where his husband would look for him to pick him up and go home together. Braxton was walking with his cell phone in hand when he heard the roar.

"Was… was that a tiger?" he wondered, worried and nervous. He was the only one there, because he had to close. He took his cell phone and sent a message to his husband.

You better go inside to the tiger enclosure, because something arose.

Then Braxton hurried to the scene. The tigers were his favorite animal, so he wanted the best for them and always took special care for them. He went to the employee access doors and, opening it, he found what he thought had caused the ruckus.

"What the h… is going on?!" Braxton asked, looking at the tiger in surprise. It was one of the ones he personally cared for since it was born at the zoo. He was nervous, as the tiger seemed to growl uncontrollably until it directed its reddish eyes at him.

The tiger rushed towards him at high speeds. Braxton expected an impact, but it didn't come. On the contrary, the tiger rubbed his head with his body, showing affection for him, just like a cat. Braxton hesitated, but then he stroked the green fur of the tiger, which swished its tail like a dog with such rapidity that it caused strong gusts. There he realized that there was something different between the skin of the head and the rest of the body. Intrigued, he tugged at the apparent edge, and in an instant, the mask solidified in his hand. Braxton didn't know what was going on, how a mere mask had done that to the tiger. Braxton saw the tiger and realized that he fell asleep, so he made sure that he was safe and sound.

Then, Braxton noticed the mask as he left the compound. He didn't remember seeing it anywhere and he didn't know if he had an owner. He turned it over and caught a glimpse of a greenish glow on the back of the mask.

"What is this?" he whispered to himself, intrigued by such a strange object. Then he remembered what the tiger looked like. "If I put it on… will something like this happen to me?"

He returned his gaze to the mask and slowly brought it closer until he could feel the wood against his face. The wood was a little warm and with some tiger hair on it, but Braxton didn't care, he moved it to make it more comfortable for his face.

It was a sudden attack!

The mask had come alive and extended its edges in the form of tentacles in order to expand with a speed such that Braxton could not think clearly, only felt panic, and did his best to try to take off the mask. Between the struggle, unintentionally, Braxton breathed some tiger hairs and swallowed others, so he coughed, giving the mask the opportunity to cover his head, and immediately Braxton became wrapped in a tornado that jumped around the place.

Another person was approaching, a man of similar age to the zoo caretaker, who was walking in a hurry in search of his husband towards the tigers' compound when he ran into the tornado in the middle of its whirling. The tornado stopped in front of him and revealed a rather peculiar figure, with a strangely attractive and intriguing aura that made the man not take his eyes off him.He was human, well, humanoid at best since he has a tail, but all of his entire body was covered with an orange yellow fur with black stripes except for the lower area of his arms and his torso. The man felt his cheeks warm. Although the strangest thing was the head of the figure, which was like a crazy human tiger, with a little orange fur that simulated his hair, big red eyes, a huge bright smile with fangs... and the bright, soft, rubbery green fur.

The figure was there, admiring himself, feeling the energy run throughout his being. The man did not know what to think, until he noticed his clothes, and recognized those of his husband.

"It can't be... Braxton...?" The man managed to ask. The figure nodded, gave him a smile and posed for him.

"Oh this is great!!" the figure yelled with such force that everything around it was pushed slightly. "Do you like what you see, Darry?" He posed more, as he took pleasure in the look that Darry, his husband (who confirmed his identity due to the way he called him), was giving him. "Did the cat eat your tongue? Because I would like to be the one to eat you, baby…". Masked Braxton leaped and landed near Darry. Darry had fallen to the ground, and Braxton was standing over him with a leering look and a ready-to-attack pose.

Darry was stunned, his mind was not processing many things. Braxton was about to remove his shirt, but a lightbulb went on over his head.

"How foolish of me! How am I able to enjoy this on my own?" Braxton lifted Darry's body and took a long ribbon from his pocket with which he quickly wrapped his body without resistance. Wrapping it up, he yanked on one end and Darry began to spin around the place.

When he stopped, Darry could see that he had turned into an anthropomorphic tiger just like Braxton, only with gray fur and blue eyes. Braxton's heart, when Braxton saw the new Darry, was pounding so hard it could be seen, and Braxton went up to him and kissed him passionately, both spitting everywhere, running their hands through each other's fur and their tails wagging with excitement. while the couple engaged in a battle of tongues, maintaining lip contact as if it were necessary to live. The emotion of the kisses and the heat of their bodies led certain members to harden.

"As much as I'd like to, we can't give animals a show, so let's go, shall we?" Braxton lifted Darry up and carried him bridal style and, kissing him, rushed in the direction of his house, ready to consummate his relationship with his new forms.

The next day they will discover that those ways only hold as long as Braxton has the mask on, but in the meantime, passion and love (with a dash of madness) will guide the couple's night.

A/N: Hi, there! hope you like the story, if you want to like it and comment on it I'll appreciate it! What do you think about this furry one, such a new topic for me but maybe it will come often. See ya! 💚

[shadykoalakoala]

Masked Magician

Huge thanks to @greenface94 for the masked pics.

Ernie Savage walked a little nervously through the moderately crowded streets of the city. The sky refused to darken despite the hour, showing its clear purplish-blue color accompanied by clouds. Ernie fidgeted with his hands continually as a nerve coping mechanism, and beads of sweat trickled down his forehead.

Ernie took advantage of his free time and vacations from work to improve his skills in performing magic tricks. He used to walk the streets to impress people with illusions, such as the lost coin trick or guessing the card someone chose; Ernst was beginning to be recognized by people and, because of that, he wanted to be the best magician. However, when his best friend, Kevin, asked him at the last minute to come to his nephew's party to entertain them with tricks, Ernie couldn't refuse the proposal considering that it was Kevin who asked him, and now he regretted not having declined.

"Thirteen-year-olds are a tougher audience to impress than stressed-out adults," he thought ruefully.

With one of his hands he carried his suitcase and with the other hand, free, he took out his watch.

There was still an hour and a half left for the show to start, similar to the time it would take him to get to the address of the party. Ernie mentally planned what tricks he could use.

"The typical chop to pieces? No, it wouldn't work… How about the one with the rabbit? Very cliché…" he thought, not paying much attention to the road, sometimes bumping into other passers-by and sheepishly apologizing before quickly moving away from them. "It's going to be a terrible show…" he whispered to himself when he noticed his footing hadn't touched the floor. Ernie looked down and noticed a mask on the floor.

Ernie looked around to see if anyone was watching him. Since no one paid any attention to him, Ernie bent down and picked up the mask, for there was something about its simple design and faded color that caught his eye. Maybe he could use it for his tricks, Ernie thought innocently as he packed it into his suitcase and kept walking, unable to see the glow the mask gave off among his things. After a while on the way, Ernie decided to rest on a bench when he passed near the park. His legs felt very heavy, and he didn't know if it was from nerves or from exhaustion. He put the suitcase aside and looked around the park. He was strangely lonely, and the trees and grass were slightly blown by the cold wind of the not-yet-fallen night. Ernie got a message from his cell phone, so he pulled it out and looked at it.

Hi Ernie! Are you coming soon? The children arrived earlier and are very rowdy. Ernie read the message from Kevin.

A blush came to Ernie's cheeks. With some shame, he replied: I'm in the park, I'm almost there. I expect a good reward for this.

The answer was not long in coming: I don't know how I could make up for it, but I'm sure you'll be very helpful.

And Ernie put the phone away, opened his suitcase for a moment and saw the mask. He did not know if it had been a reflection of light from heaven, but he noticed how a dim, greenish light reflected off the wooden surface of the mask. Ernie's breathing had slowed, his chest was heavy, and still his hands moved to remove the mask from the suitcase. Ernie took another look around him, and it was still as lonely as it was when he arrived.

A whisper in Ernie's mind, his inner voice, spoke to him.

"Put it back, you must go to the party… You'll see what to do there…"

And his hands stopped short of grabbing it, but instantly he changed his mind and pulled out the mask to admire it. The mask had a peculiar charm, and he couldn't take his eyes off it, as if he had some spell on him. Ernie turned it around and brought it up to his face.

When he felt a sudden suction on his skin, he quickly pushed the mask away.

"What…?" he exclaimed in surprise, unable to process what had happened. Had it been his imagination, a sensory illusion? His cheeks were red, nerves ran through his body and he didn't know why, but there was an almost erotic detail, since his bulge hardened a little, and he wanted to touch his nipples. "Fuck…" Ernie whispered. Ernie looked back at the mask as a few beads of sweat fell on it, and he checked the greenish glow of the mask. It was a direct invitation, an act of shameless seduction, with the silent promise to unleash his true power, his passions and his desires.

"Come on…" Ernie heard in the back of his mind. It was a dark, faint whisper, unlike his inner voice. "Put me on…." said that voice.

"The party… you must go to the party" Ernie thought, or rather, his inner voice. He certainly had to go to the party, and who knows how long he had been distracted, and yet his eyes refused to look anywhere but at that piece of wood.

"Put me on…" the dark voice repeated, sounding even louder than before. Ernie's hands had moved the mask even closer to his head.

"But the party, the children…."

"You can fulfill everything you want…" the voice said, silencing the other. "You will receive what you deserve…".

It was a very tempting offer. More beads of sweat fell on the mask and the shine came back. Ernie's bulge hardened further, and his chest felt tighter, his nipples hardened as well. Ernie gave in to temptation and brought the mask to his face.

It was a very tempting offer. More beads of sweat fell on the mask and the shine came back. Ernie's bulge hardened further, and his chest felt tighter, his nipples hardened as well. Ernie gave in to temptation and brought the mask to his face.

Instantly, the mask took on a more rubbery consistency and began to stretch across his face, the holes shrinking and expanding to fit her eyes and his lips. Small tendrils emerged from the edges, stretching and lengthening around his ears, like a substance moved and viscous but at the same time dry. Ernie only listened to the sound of the wood like a rubber being pulled, he moved his head from side to side inadvertently, which made it easier for the mask to do its job and in a matter of seconds it covered Ernie's entire head, whose reaction time was so slow —because his mind was still processing what was happening— and by the time he tried to pull the mask off, it was stuck to his skin, and pulling on the mask only caused it to stretch and snap back into place. face with a punch

The mask, despite having taken the shape of the magician's skull, kept moving and cutting its shape. Ernie was silently screaming as he clutched his head, feeling the mask tighten and grow tighter and smaller around him. And yet he couldn't concentrate. Green electrical currents coursed through his body and Ernie couldn't help but moan. He moved his body violently, until he jerked back and his head fell on the open suitcase. His body quickly got into the suitcase and it closed.

The suitcase began to move, jumping and bouncing off the park as cartoonish sounds came from it. The suitcase jumped and jumped out of the park, following the path poor Ernie would have followed.

In a relatively average house, the sound of preteens conversing reigned above all noise; not even the (somewhat questionable) music could undermine the children. Kevin, in a blue shirt, desperately looked at his watch while he was in the doorway.

"Not here yet, Kevin?" another man slightly older than Kevin asked as he approached him.

"No, he should have been here soon, I'll let you know" Kevin said. "Or is it that they have you tired?"

"They behave like five years old! Of course they do…"

But before he could continue, the man was called and had to return to the party. Kevin chuckled, turned his gaze back to the street, and watched as a black suitcase jumped on his own to the door. Kevin's gaze followed it until it fell inches in front of him. Kevin was not able to formulate a question, he was just confused by such an event.

Before his eyes, the suitcase opened and a whirling figure emerged from inside. The tornado stopped and revealed a stocky, green-headed person carrying a wand from which several sparks were flying.

"Ta-da!!!" said the green headed figure.

Kevin was completely floored. Sparks flew at him and a warmth infused him, his cheeks flushed red. There was a friendly aura about this strange man that didn't allow him to question his superhuman nature.

"Wh-wh-who are you, sir?" Kevin muttered.

"Stop the formalities, gentleman" replied the man putting his suitcase away. "The magician you hired was not available! So I was kind enough to take his place" he added with a mischievous smile, showing his white and shiny teeth.

Kevin was surprised to find himself flustered by the man. "Y-yes, wait a minute…" he said, still looking at that smile. "We'll take the guys to the courtyard, you could go over there when… when you're ready… you…".

"So that shall be…" said the man. "And call me, Ernst, dear…" he added with a wink..

Kevin blushed and closed the door.

"Now…". His suitcase jumped by itself into his hands. "It's show time!" he snapped his fingers and moved on a gust of wind toward the backyard.

The boys were sitting in chairs in several rows with their backs to the back door of the house. Some were bored, others were chatting, others were distracted by their phones, and Kevin's nephew was in front. Some adults, including Kevin, were on the sides.

Suddenly, the sky and everything around it darkened, to everyone's surprise. Some spotlights illuminated the fence accompanied by the sound of several drums; the spotlights moved from one side to the other, as if they were looking for someone. A voice boomed out of nowhere:

"From the shallowest of your average backyard, welcome… Ernst!"

An explosion of green gas appeared from which Ernst emerged. The public, without understanding how or why, was forced to applaud before the magician. Ernst bowed in thanks.

"And now, who's ready for some magic tricks?" he asked, snapping his fingers.

First, Ernst joined his fists and when he opened them, a white bunny appeared. "Don't you think it's cute?" he asked the people, but no one answered, either out of pity or neglect. Ernst frowned at him before smiling again. "Difficult crowd… let's see if this impresses you...!"

Ernst stuffed the bunny into the hat, waved the hat as if it were a shake, and as he turned it over, a bunch of bunnies shot out and fell, each one, into the hands of everyone in the audience. The boys became more and more interested in the show, so Ernst didn't hesitate to unleash the magic and power that he had, performing other tricks for hours, such as disappearing the boys and making them reappear, pretending to change them. of heads or cut them into pieces, or made them float... The party was a success.

Ernst, ecstatic, continued his tricks until the sky darkened even more and the boys gradually left. When only Kevin's family remained, Kevin announced that he would leave and take care of the magician.

"That was a good show!" Ernst exclaimed, pleased with his performance once he and Kevin were out and away from the house. "Aren't I the best magician you've ever seen? Of course I am!" he said laughing loudly, and many explosions of smoke occurred behind him, as if for dramatic effect.

"You really are magical indeed…"

"Now, about my reward…"

Ernst's gaze darkened and his huge smile looked very dangerous. Kevin swallowed hard. Without Kevin being able to resist, Ernst teleported them both into a room. He was on a bed with white, comfortable sheets facing Kevin, his clothes almost gone except his apparently tight underwear…, maybe his body also grew longer and stronger. Ernst had that dangerous smile, his bright red eyes looking through Kevin's soul.

"So… you know, dealing with children made me a little tired" Ernst waved his wand and Kevin fell right in front of his pulsing tent, looking at it with a bit of fear.

"B-but…" Kevin pushed himself away as best he could.

"What happened? I know! You need an incentive, right?!" Ernst exclaimed, waved his wand and green sparks flew from it.

The sparks floated towards Kevin's body. He started breathing deeper and grunting as if he wanted to hold something back, but he couldn't help it. Pleasure coursed through his body and his cock hardened and grew as he tried to contain it. Kevin stripped off his clothes as he staggered, but still he got as far away from the magician as he could, trying to not feel hornier, even though it was difficult.

"What's the deal? You don't like me? You'll break my little heart…" Ernst asked, clearly enjoying the scene he had created, how Kevin resisted the inevitable fate of pleasure, and when Kevin almost fell, Ernst saved him by levitating pillows towards him. The pillows brought Kevin towards Ernst and he gave him a hug, so that they could feel his hot bodies with some drops of sweat and the libido for heaven...

"No… it's Ernie… it's him…" he gasped.

"Ernie? That magician in the making? Is he the one you like?" Ernst suggested, stroking Kevin's body. He groaned, though he nodded. "It's your lucky day! Guess who you're talking to! So… how about my reward, dear babe?"

Kevin would had found it hard to believe him; however, despite how many questions were going through his head, he couldn't stop trusting those words, so he blushed even more as he took his words for truth. And with a kiss, magic arose throughout the night...

-THE END-

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Masked Wayne

Thanks to @greenface94 for the masked pic. Enjoy!

"And… done! That was the last one" Wayne said, wiping his hands after loading several boxes into the back of the truck.

"Thank you very much, Mr. Hopkins, that would be all," said one of those who were in the truck. After closing the cargo door, they said goodbye to him, got on the truck and drove off. A slight smile formed on Wayne's lips as the truck moved away from him.

Wayne Hopkins was a boy in his late twenties who had lived his entire life in the countryside. He had acquired his family's lands, and dedicated himself on his account to planting and harvesting food to export and to distribute to the nearby town, although sometimes he dedicated himself to grazing the flocks of his neighbors. Wayne was happy with his work, that his effort and his contribution helped, even a little, to reduce hunger. Also, people liked him even though he wasn't very active or the most outgoing. On the contrary, he was quiet and reserved, which made him very trustworthy.

Wayne was walking near the dirt road one afternoon when he heard galloping horses. He turned to the street and saw a carriage pass near him. It was a closed carriage, with loosely tied luggage, bouncing as the carriage passed over the bumps in the road. Wayne saw a small, dark and slightly worn box slip out, and when the carriage was a few feet away from Wayne, the box fell over. Wayne ran to the box and grabbed it and ran further to try to catch up with the carriage.

"Wait!" He screamed. "You dropped something! Stop!" he said, but the carriage seemed to pick up speed until it was out of sight. Wayne stopped panting a little, box in hand, defeated at having failed. "Wow…" he whispered, feeling guilty.

Before thinking about what to do with the box, a couple of people from the town met him and took advantage of the moment to invite him to the town's annual sunset celebration. Wayne was not a person who enjoyed parties and environments with strong positive emotions. As much as he wanted to go and share with people, he made him very nervous just thinking about it (contrary to what his appearance might indicate at first). The men, somewhat disappointed, asked him about the box.

"A carriage passed by and it fell over… I called them but they left at once" he answered immediately.

"Well, if there's no way to locate them, you'll have to keep it," said one of them.

"But still… it feels terrible"

"But still…" another of them said, almost in a sarcastic tone. "You are always such a good boy, can you do something bad? Maybe it's a gift for all you've done!"

"Well, as soon as you decide on the box, we'll leave, we have to make the preparations" mentioned another one of them. "Too bad, first Lester and now Wayne…"

"Lester?" Wayne asked, unable to help but listen. "What happened to him? He didn't come to get his daily provisions."

The men explained that he had broken his leg a few hours ago while he was trying to put the new bull they had given him in its place. He was fine, just lying on his bed unable to move much. After informing him, the men said goodbye to Wayne.

The truth was that Lester and Wayne had a strange relationship, since in private they seemed like a couple although neither of them decided to take the first step to formalize it. Wayne was worried, he wanted to go see him, but he had to water his crops a little and see what he was doing with the box. He stayed deliberating and decided to leave the box first, go see Lester and come back at night to water the field.

And so he did. At sunset, Wayne went to his home, a humble redwood cabin perched on a shallow hill, far from town. He entered and put the box on a table. As he did so, he realized that it wasn't locked, since the box opened on its own, though not completely, the width of the opening no wider than any of Wayne's fingers.

Wayne had mixed feelings. On the one hand, it was very disrespectful to review other people's content, especially if you accidentally dropped it. On the other hand, it was interesting to know what kind of objects foreigners carried.

His curiosity overcame his nobility when, through the small hole, he noticed a greenish light that shone for a few seconds. It had a sort of hypnotic effect, since Wayne hadn't realized his own movements until he'd grabbed the box to open it. In doing so, he found himself with a wooden mask, with a very worn green color that suggested that it had survived centuries of history, and an expressionless face with those three horizontal holes and that vertical metal bar.

"This is… a curious mask," Wayne opined as he took it out of the box. "A very curious one, really… what will they use it for?"

Wayne turned the mask over and looked inside. A small idea crossed his mind: why not put it on? If he had already taken the box and opened it, what harm was there in trying it? At least, that was the reasoning with which Wayne tried to squash the feelings of guilt for what he was going to do. He innocently brought the mask to his face and…

 *SMACK!!*

"What the… ?!" Wayne yelled, trying to peel the mask off him, but it was as if it had come to life, refusing to part with his skin like metal refusing to pull away from a powerful magnet. "Get… out… of me!!" 

The mask had created tendrils around the edge, stretching around his head with a grip so strong Wayne didn't have a chance. A blue-green bolt of lightning fell from high in the sky to strike his body (revealing his skeleton for a few seconds) and then he was engulfed in a tornado that spun through the entire cabin, destroying and knocking down anything in its path, Wayne's screams being drowned out by the noise of the winds caused by the whirlwind.

The tornado shot out into the field, spinning through the barley crops. 

After a few seconds, the tornado stopped, and a handsome, stocky figure with a green face and red eyes.

"IT'S WAYNE'S TURN TO SHINE!!" the man yelled, flexing his arms and then taking a look at the fields around him, the crops dry and lit dimly under what little light the sun was still able to bestow. "BUT FIRST… SOMEONE HAS TO GIVE THESE PLANTS WHAT THEY NEED, RIGHT?!".

He spun in a whirlwind and donned a fireman's helmet and vest over his farmer's clothes. Grinning madly, he was clutching a long hose that stretched to who knows where. He turned on the faucet and a huge, intense stream of water shot out of the hose and sprayed the entire vast field.

All the different plants began to sprout safely and sound: barley, malt, wheat, tubers, vegetables... They acquired such a color and firmness that they seemed to have been planted by the gods themselves.

"WOW! WHO’D SAY? LOOKS LIKE I HAVE GREEN THUMB! HAHAHA," Wayne exclaimed after turning off the faucet on the hose.

One of Wayne's ears extended on its own like rubber and rose a few feet to the east. He caught the sound of accordions, basses, and handclaps. To the old Wayne, that mix of sounds would have made him nervous, but the new green-headed Wayne was the one in control.

"WHAT IF I GIVE THEM ALL A SURPRISE?!" he said, but as he tried to shoot himself out, his heart stretched out and floated steady, preventing him from moving, "WHAT'S THE PROBLEM?!"

The ear that was still outstretched had also gone fixed, as if that wasn't the signal it was looking for. The ear extended further, and over the noise of the party, he had heard a masculine whisper, as if they were moans.

“OH, I GET IT! LOOKS LIKE SOMEONE IS ENJOYING HIMSELF WITHOUT ME, HUH? IT’S TIME FOR US TO MAKE THINGS CLEAR…”

And now Wayne was able to shoot off like a gust of greenish wind in the direction of the town. He went through the middle of the party at such a speed that everyone thought it was a sudden gust of wind (although they couldn't explain how the food had started to jump on its own).

Wayne made it to another cabin, right at the door, but his wardrobe was different. Although he still showed his attractive torso (why would he want to hide it?), he wore a black suit and carried a bouquet of flowers. He cleaned his hands, smoothed his hair (which for some reason had gone black and combed back perfectly) and knocked on the door.

There was no answer.

Wayne knocked again, but it didn't work either. A candle lit above his head and he moved in a flash around the house until he located an entrance through the window, just the one that led to Lester's room.

He took the bouquet, made its stems lengthen like a great rope, twisted the bouquet and threw it out the window, and then he climbed up. Stepping inside, he realized that his intrusion had startled Lester, who with one leg bandaged and braced had apparently been moping, “playing” with himself to see if he would cheer up.

"GOOD NIGHT, GOOD MAN!" Wayne greeted, jumping directly onto the bed, on top of him. There he realized that Lester was naked, with a hand on his member. “OH, WE'VE GOT OURSELVES A VERY BAD BOY WHO LOOKS LIKE HE SHOULD BE PUNISHED,” he said, glancing down at the involved leg, “ALTHOUGH IT LOOKS LIKE LIFE ITSELF TOOK CARE OF THAT.”

“Wh-wh-who are you?! Wh-what are you doing here?!” Lester yelled feeling hopeless to fight him and, he couldn't deny it, gawking at the hunk over him. The hardening of his member was a sure sign that she liked him.

"I MAKE TO MYSELF A LITTLE CHANGE AND YOU DON'T RECOGNIZE ME ANYMORE, LESSIE-DEAR?" Wayne asked with a smile as he brought his face closer to Lester's.

“It can't be… Wayne?! But how?"

“WHO CARES ABOUT THE DETAILS? I CAN DO AMAZING THINGS!”

Wayne took Lester's bare, fractured leg and licked it slowly, looking at Lester with such intensity and desire that Lester's member stretched even further. When Wayne took off his tongue, the bandages were off and Lester's leg was healed.

"Wow..." he whispered while he moved his leg, surprised at such a miraculous act.

“LET DOCTOR HOPKINS GET HIS PAY FOR A GOOD JOB,” Wayne said leaning in to kiss him with immense passion as he caressed his body with his strong hands. “WOULD YOU MIND IF WE BECOME BOYFRIENDS? I WOULD LOVE IT LIKE YOU HAVE NO IDEA”

"Of course!"

“NOW, SINCE NONE OF US CAN OR WANTS TO BE AT THE TOWN PARTY…,” Wayne began to speak as he stripped off his clothes, revealing his huge, hard penis in contact with Lester's. “WHAT ABOUT WE HAVE A PARTY JUST BETWEEN THE TWO OF US, MY LOVE?” he added with a smile from which a trickle of saliva escaped.

And I'll leave it to the reader's imagination what kind of things that pair did all night, especially Wayne with his new powers.